I couldn’t shake the feeling. It clung to me as I walked home, like eyes pressing into my back. This made my skin crawl. I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I told myself I was tired. I told myself I was overthinking.

But the feeling didn’t leave. I stopped and turned fast, my heart jumping into my throat. The street was empty. There was no footsteps or voices at all. Just the wind moving through the trees and the faint smell of smoke.

My stomach twisted. I just didn't like the ...