The figure stood at the edge of the yard, just beyond the reach of the streetlamp's glow.
Jude's heart pounded against his ribs.
In the original memory, he had never turned around . He had ignored the feeling, the whisper of unease that had coiled in his stomach. He had walked inside, locking the door behind him, and never questioned it.
This time, he wasn't going to look away.
He took a step forward.
The figure didn't move.
Jude swallowed hard. "Who are you?"
Silence.
The figure shifted, just slightly, as if tilting its head. The motion was unnatural, slow and deliberate, like something imitating a human but not quite getting it right .
Jude clenched his fists. "I know you've been following me. I know I've seen you before."
The figure took a step closer.
