>You've been depressed and lonely for a long time.
>Today, it's hit you especially bad. That feeling of despair, that your life has become ultimately monotonous, the same each day without any light at the end of the tunnel...
>Out of desperation and hysteria, you resort to something you've never done before, at least not since you were a child.
>Your parents were religious, and you were raised in their beliefs. However, you never saw any proof of God's existence, and you believed the day to day life of a believer was stifling and prevented you from doing what you truly wanted to do.
>Even if He existed, He's never done anything for you.
>But maybe, just maybe, when you call back to all those times your parents told you He loved you and He would listen...
>You clasped your hands in prayer and prayed, with every inch of your body, to the point of tears, for the light of hope to enter into your life.
>Nothing happened.
>You stared at the ceiling in your bed for hours before your body forced you to sleep.
>...
>While you were walking to the store to buy some groceries, you noticed something concerning.
>A few blocks down, no matter where you went, there was a figure. Hiding behind a tree, or slightly concealed by a lamppost, or just poking out of an alleyway, you could see them.
>They were always too far away to make out, but you were sure they were there. Always staring at you, always following you. Not just when you went out for groceries, but when you out for a jog, when you went to the gym... it didn't matter.
>Each and every single time you went outside, it was there. Behind you. Ducking underneath cars, staring from windows, always so hard to make out, but definitely looking for you.
>One day, you were going out for a jog when it suddenly grew very foggy. You decided to turn back and head home immediately, even though you usually went on ahead a bit further than this. It was hard to see, after all.
>It was deathly silent. Cars weren't running past, people weren't walking by, talking and laughing. It was just you, you and your phone, using the GPS and map as guidance in order to get to your home due to the lack of visibility. You could only see far enough away to make out the next couple of obstacles in front of you.
>In a way, it was a bit relaxing. Oh, spooky, but just having your own footsteps to accompany you while you headed home... you always liked isolation, even if it sometimes made you feel deeply lonely.
>Except.
>Except... it wasn't just your footsteps.
>There was another. Another pair of footsteps. Always slightly off-sync from yours.
>Slowly approaching. Slowly growing louder, and directly behind you.
>You started quickening your pace, and so did their footsteps. You broke out into a sprint, right in the street of your home. They started running too. But you were faster. You arrived at your home, sweating and terrified.
>You quickly unlocked the door to your house, jumped in and slammed it shut, locking it again. Then, they pushed against your door, banging against it, rattling your door handle violently. It paralyzed you, the idea of just how much this person wanted to get into your house. To do SOMETHING to you.
>You quickly ran to your bedroom. You locked the door there, too, pushing a chair to keep it closed, and took out your phone, dialing emergency services.
>...
>No response. You dialed again. The sounds at the door grew quiet.
>...
>No matter how many times you called, they won't pick up. Why, damn it?! Your phone's working! They should pick up, it's their job!
>But then, the phone suddenly picked up.
>You... could hear breathing on the other side. No... panting. Tired, animalistic panting...
>"..."
>Then, they spoke.
>"...HIRyS! Welcome to the IRyS Emergency Call Center! Please describe your emergency!"
>You sat there in stunned silence.
>"Oh? What's that? Someone is trying to break into your house?! That sounds dire!"
>No...
>"I know what you should do! You should totally let them in! And you definitely shouldn't look out your window right now! ByeRyS!"
>...
>You sat up, your hands shaking as you put the phone down, a sinking feeling in your chest.
>You looked towards the big, fat window in your room, the fog making it impossible to see through.
>...
>A hand smacked against the window. And another. Then a face pressed itself against it.
>You screamed, falling to the floor, while dragging yourself as far away from the window. You grew cold as your back hit a wall. You quickly ran to the door and threw the chair away, fumbling as you tried to unlock it.
>*BANG*
>The person started throwing themselves against the window...
>*BANG*
>Open, damn it! Just open!
>*BANG*
>*CRASH*
>Long hair draped over the windowsill as she crawled through. She fell down to the floor, covered in cuts from the glass.
>She slowly stood up, shaking her hair to stare at you, her pupils shrunk into pinpricks, drool cascading down her chin.
>Panting heavily.
>"HIRyS! Wanna cum in my tum tum over and over again?!"
