I thought I'd escaped him. Moved across the country, new job, new life. But then, last night, I saw him again. Not in the dim alleyway or the deserted park, but in the crowded grocery store. His smile, that same chilling grin, cut through the noise and chaos. He was watching me, his eyes boring into mine. I tried to ignore him, to pretend he wasn't there, but it was impossible. The fear, the dread, it all came flooding back. I fled the store, heart pounding, breath ragged. I haven't left my apartment since. I'm trapped, a prisoner in my own home. And I know, deep down, that he's out there, waiting.