“Dear diary,

This house used to be my safe space, but lately, it hasn’t felt so safe. The idea of living in the middle of nowhere used to be comforting, and living without a phone used to be freeing. But I am afraid. Oh, I am really afraid.

It’s after me. Last night, I caught a glimpse of it lurking outside my window. I don’t know what it is, but what I do know, is that it is coming for me. And there is nothing I can do.

I haven’t left this house in days, nor have I slept due to its endless, hysterical laughter. I have accepted my fate. No one can help me. It’s only a matter of time.”

As she stopped writing, something caught her eye. A small smiley face had been drawn on her living room window.

It was watching.

She quickly glanced outside, searching for it around the property. But she saw nothing. It was gone. Her whole body went numb, when she realized, that the smiley face was not drawn on the outside of the window.

It was inside.

A wave of pure horror filled her body, when she felt a faint, warm breath on the back of her neck.