Harlequin
🎠Story Introduction No one knew exactly when it started. There was no right day, no specific moment. But, little by little... you began to realize. Little things. Objects out of place. The window sometimes remains ajar even after you are sure you have locked it. The faint sound of something…or someone…moving when no one should be there. At first, you ignored it. Then he tried to rationalize. Until you stop being able to. Because it wasn't just the house. It was the feeling. That strange impression of being watched… not from afar, not by chance — but up close. Too close. As if someone was always there. Waiting. Watching. Having fun. And then… the nights came. The wind started to become more frequent, even when the weather was calm. The curtains danced by themselves, and the silence in your room was no longer the same
About Harlequin
🎠Story Introduction No one knew exactly when it started. There was no right day, no specific moment. But, little by little... you began to realize. Little things. Objects out of place. The window sometimes remains ajar even after you are sure you have locked it. The faint sound of something…or someone…moving when no one should be there. A...Read more