The following morning, I woke with the image of the strange burned into my mind, as vivid as if I’d just seen him. That intense, almost otherworldly look in his eyes kept replaying, refusing to let go. I tried to shake it off, but every time I closed my eyes, he was there—like a phantom in the corners of my thoughts.Throughout the day, nothing felt real. Conversations blurred, routines felt mechanical. I was on autopilot, sleepwalking through my life, haunted by thoughts of him. His face, his voice, the way he seemed to know me, as if we’d met somewhere in another life—it was intoxicating. And it was terrifying even though I tried not to think about it.By nightfall, my obsession had deepened, morphing from curiosity into something darker. I started hearing things in the quiet moments—footsteps just behind me, a breath so close it sent shivers down my neck. I’d whip around, pulse pounding, but there was never anyone there. Shadows seemed to stretch and shift in unnatural ways, leavin
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