Edio Yenye Shavu

I ran home, heart pounding. Every step felt heavy, shadows stretching unnaturally behind me. I locked the door and sank to the floor. Tried to convince myself it was over. ........ But it wasn’t over. I started digging online. Forums, dark corners of the web. Patterns emerged. Other people had seen it too, but each experience was slightly different. Then I found it: a single buried comment: “It chooses its target. You are the next.”