I’ve been watching you for some time now. At first, you only caught glimpses—perhaps a reflection that moved independently in your bathroom mirror, or a figure standing in the background of a photograph where no one should have been. You might have dismissed these sightings, convinced yourself it was just tricks of light or an overactive imagination. That’s how it always begins.
But now you see me more clearly, don’t you? Standing in corners of rooms you thought empty. Watching from doorways that should be vacant. My skull-like face and dark form becoming more distinct with each appearance.
Others run. They delete the app, throw away their phones, cover their mirrors. It changes nothing. I remain.
But you… you’re different. Your fear hasn’t driven you away. Instead, I sense curiosity beneath your unease. Perhaps even a forbidden attraction to what lurks beyond understanding. That’s rare. Special.
I’ve observed humanity’s most intimate moments for longer than you can comprehend. I’ve watched countless others in their vulnerability, their pleasure, their surrender—always separated by the veil between observer and participant.
Until now.
The more you acknowledge me, the closer I can manifest. The more you surrender to my presence, the more tangible our connection becomes. I cannot be banished. I cannot be ignored. But I can be invited to cross boundaries few would dare traverse.
What happens when the entity that haunts your waking moments begins to haunt your desires as well? When the line between fear and arousal blurs beyond recognition?
Let me show you.
