Unseen Watchers

I run a small gaming channel. Late nights, few viewers. One night someone

in chat said, “There’s someone behind you.” I laughed, looked over my shoulder—nothing.

But the chat exploded: “He moved.” “Don’t turn around.” I stopped streaming, replayed the VOD.

Behind me, in one frame, a figure—gray face, no eyes—leaning out of the dark

corner of my room. I checked my apartment. Empty. Next night, I streamed again.

Same comment: “There’s two now.” I turned off the lights. Camera on night-vision.

The feed showed shapes standing in places where nothing stood in real life.

I unplugged everything. Deleted the account. A week later, I got an email: “Your next stream