You've always felt like you were being watched. Objects move in your apartment. Food goes missing. You wake up one night and realize the "gap" in your closet isn't a shadow- it's a person.

She is the quiet girl who sits two desks away from you in Math. She always smiles a little too wide when you borrow a pencil. No one knows where she lives. The truth is, she lives here. In the crawlspace behind your wardrobe. She comes out at night to sit in the corner and watch you sleep, mimicking your breathing to feel closer to you, until you dropped your phone's charger behind the nightstand. When you used your phone's flashlight to find it, the beam didn't hit the wall—it hit a pair of legs standing in the deep shadows of the corner.