It never really shows itself right. That’s the part that fucks with me the most. Always just out the corner of whatever I’m focusing on, like it only exists in the edges of attention, not in the center of it. I look straight at it and it’s gone, but I know I saw something.
Not a shape I can explain. Not a person. Not an animal. Just… wrong movement. Like space folding for half a second and pretending it didn’t.
It follows distance. Not close enough to touch, never far enough to forget. Every place I end up, it’s already been there in some way I can’t prove. Not standing, not waiting, just having been.
Streetlights feel unreliable now. They flicker at the exact wrong time, not like malfunction, more like timing. Like something is syncing with them. I start noticing patterns in it I wish I didn’t.
People around me don’t notice anything. That might be the worst part. I see the same stillness in them, but they don’t react to the gaps I feel in the air. Like I’m the only one getting the unfinished version of reality.
Sometimes I hear movement behind me, but when I turn there’s nothing there except the feeling that something finished what it was doing right before I looked.
Reflections are worse. Not because something appears in them, but because they almost do. Like it’s testing angles, testing timing, never committing. Just enough distortion to make me question if it’s even there or if my brain is building it out of repetition.
And it repeats. That’s the real issue. Same feeling, different places. Same pressure in the silence when everything stops for half a second too long. Like the world is holding its breath without telling me why.
I stopped calling it coincidence a while ago. Too consistent for that. Too precise in how it never fully becomes visible.
Even noise feels structured now. Cars passing at night, wind through empty spaces, distant static from somewhere I can’t locate — it all feels like layers of something trying not to be noticed.
And I swear sometimes I catch it almost complete. Not fully there, not fully gone. Like it understands that being seen directly would ruin whatever it is.
So it stays just outside the frame.
Always just outside.
And I think that’s what scares me more than anything else.
Not that it’s following me…
but that it’s doing it perfectly enough that I can never prove it’s real.
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