The Watcher in the Corner

I don’t know how to explain this without sounding insane, but for the past

four nights straight, someone… or something has been standing in the corner of my bedroom.

At first, I thought it was just my clothes on a chair. You know how your

eyes play tricks on you when it’s dark. But then I realized something was off.

The shape was too tall. Too narrow. Too… solid. I forced myself

not to look at it directly. If I didn’t move, if I didn’t breathe too loudly,

maybe it would disappear. But it didn’t. It just stood there. No breathing. No shifting.

Not even the slightest sway. The second night, it was in the same spot.