Don't Look Behind You

You know that feeling when you're alone in a house and every creak sounds louder than it should?

Tonight it found me. I was sitting by the window, staring at the streetlights,

when I first heard it: a soft, almost polite whisper. At first, I thought it was

the wind, brushing against the glass. But then it called my name.

Don't look behind you. I froze. My heartbeat sounded like a drum in the

silent room. I told myself it was a trick of the mind. I laughed softly,

shaking my head. It's nothing, I whispered to myself. But the whisper came again,

closer this time, more insistent. I'm right here. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe.