The Stalker

Lena had always loved her quaint little house, nestled at the end of a quiet street. But lately, an unsettling feeling crept into her days and haunted her nights.

It began with the sensation of being watched, a prickling at the back of her neck as if unseen eyes followed her every move. Determined to confront her fears, she installed a small camera in her living room. Its red light blinked steadily, a silent sentinel in the corner.

A few nights passed without incident but Lena remained on edge, anxiously replaying the footage each morning.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she felt it again - a shiver of unease washing over her. She huddled on the couch, eyes darting to the camera. After hours of anticipation, she finally reviewed the latest recordings. Her heart raced as she scrolled through the footage. Then she saw it, a fleeting shadow in the corner of the room, moving just beyond the camera's view. It was too quick to be identified, but it was there

Lena's breath quickened; she wasn't imagining things. She decided to take action. Gathering her courage, she reached for her phone to call the police. As she dialled, a soft knock echoed from the back door. Lena's heart sank. She wasn't alone after all.

In that moment, the feeling of being watched morphed into something far more terrifying. The camera's blinking light felt like a warning, not a comfort, as she braced herself for whatever came next.