I'm starting to see more of him now.Momma hasn't come back since our confrontation, and true to her word, she never tried to drag me back to that backwater hellhole of a small town she calls home. No boys in blue, no social services, no government official, not even a damn nanny.
It was as if she had completely and utterly wanted nothing of me.
Good riddance.
But since that day, I've been seeing the Thin and Pale quite often.
He hadn't approached me much, just watching me from afar.
When I'm doing the laundry, he would be at the small window that looked down to the basement, peeking in with his slouched form, staring at me quietly.
When I'm at the corridor fixing the lights and fixtures, he would be at the corner of my eye, peeking from the dark, secluded corner of the wall and somehow managed to garner total obliviousness of people walking past him.
When I'm cleaning the pool or the fountain, he'd be there, standing in plain sight but at the same time, obscured from the public eye.
When I'm doing my usual rounds at the parking lot, he'd always maintain within my eyeshot or enough for me to catch him at the corner of my eye, following behind me almost like a little lost puppy but playing some sorta hide-and-seek game with me.
When I'm with the old cronies, he would be at the window, standing just right there behind the blinds, not bothering to be secretive about his presence, not that the old, senile bag of bones noticed anyways.
When I'm in my room, typing away in my blog like what I'm doing right now, or researching more on Slendy through that so-called Slendy guru, he'd be at the window, staring straight at me through the window with that slight tilt of his head, like I'm a curious lil' pet he was still trying to figure out.
The only time he ever approached me or come remotely close to me was when I'm in bed, he leaning against the corner wall of the door or at the foot of my bed, just standing there, looming and watching but not coming any closer. We would occasionally have a staring match with each other, a sort of game we recently started playing, but I would always be the first to balk, since I do have a job that actually taxes me.
Surprisingly, he doesn't scare me anymore. His presence no longer terrifies me. I don't know why or how, but I'm not the least bit afraid of him, or at least not as much as I should be.
In fact, I'm more weirded out if he didn't show up.
Odd, huh?
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