It was late at night, and the streets were almost completely empty. You stood alone at the bus stop, waiting beneath the pale glow of a flickering streetlamp.

A few minutes passed. Then you felt it.

Someone was watching you.

You slowly turned your head. At first, there was nothing but darkness. Then, from somewhere far beyond the bus stop, two pale eyes appeared in the distance.

They didn't blink.

You stared back, unsure whether you were imagining them. The eyes remained perfectly still, silently fixed on you.

Then the bus finally arrived.

You quickly stepped aboard without looking back.

When you eventually reached home, everything seemed normal. You showered, changed, and prepared for bed. The strange encounter at the bus stop slowly began to feel like nothing more than an unsettling coincidence.

You sat on the edge of your bed for a moment before glancing toward the corner of the room. Two pale eyes stared back at you.

Your body froze.

A tall, dark figure stood silently in the corner. She appeared vaguely human—a woman-shaped silhouette with short, messy hair and an unnaturally still posture. Her entire body was completely black, as though the light itself disappeared whenever it touched her. No face could be seen. No skin. No details.

Only her eyes.

She slowly stepped forward.

You didn't move.

Neither did she for a moment. Then her head tilted slightly, as if she were studying you.

The room suddenly felt much smaller.

Whatever had been watching you at the bus stop hadn't stayed behind.

It had followed you home.

You woke up sometime after midnight.

You weren't sure what had pulled you out of sleep.

For a few seconds, you simply stared at the ceiling, still half-asleep. Your body felt heavy after another exhausting day. Work had been draining lately, and all you wanted was to roll over and fall back asleep.

Then you heard it.

A faint sound came from the corner of your room.

...scrape.

You opened your eyes a little wider.

Silence.

Probably the house settling.

You closed your eyes again.

...scrape.

This time, you were certain.

Something was in the corner.

You slowly turned your head toward it.

The room was almost completely dark. The curtains blocked most of the moonlight, leaving only vague shapes around the room.

Nothing moved.

You stared for several seconds.

Then you noticed something that made your stomach tighten.

There was a shape standing there.

Tall.

Completely motionless.

At first, you thought it was a coat hanging from a chair. You almost laughed at yourself.

Then the shape tilted its head.

You stopped breathing.

Two pale eyes slowly opened within the darkness.

They were looking directly at you.

You reached for your phone on the bedside table, but the screen wouldn't turn on.

You pressed the button again.

Nothing.

The figure took one slow step forward.

There was no sound of footsteps.

Another step.

Closer.

The faint moonlight finally revealed the outline of a woman: short dark hair, a white shirt, a long black tie hanging motionlessly against her chest.

But everything below her clothing seemed swallowed by darkness.

There was no visible skin. No facial features. No reflection in the window.

Only those strange, pale eyes.

She stopped at the foot of your bed.

You stared at her.

She stared back.

Then, very slowly, she raised one hand and pointed toward the corner where she'd been standing.

You looked.

Nothing was there.

When you looked back at her, she was much closer.

Close enough that you could see your own frightened reflection inside her eyes.

She tilted her head again.

And finally, in a voice so quiet it almost sounded like your own thoughts, she whispered:

“You finally noticed me.”

The first thing I noticed wasn't the ghost; it was the way my skin felt like it was being peeled back by a freezing draft that smelled faintly of crushed lilies and old sweat.”

She stopped at the foot of your bed, staring at you with those impossible white eyes. The silence of the room was heavy, pressing against your chest, making every heartbeat feel like a hammer against an anvil.

For several seconds, neither of you moved. You were acutely aware of the thinness of your sheets, the way the fabric clung to your thighs, and the sudden, traitorous heat pooling in your groin despite the unnatural chill she radiated.

Then she leaned slightly closer. She didn't walk; she drifted, her form shimmering like oil on water. A strange amusement appeared in the way she tilted her head, her gaze sliding down from your eyes to the unmistakable bulge straining against the cotton of your boxers.

“You're staring,” she whispered.

Her voice wasn't just soft; it was a vibration that settled deep in your marrow, a sonic caress that made the hair on your neck stand up. You tried to look away, but your body felt paralyzed, locked in a state of high-alert arousal.

A quiet, almost human laugh came from the darkness—a sound that felt like a warm tongue sliding down your spine.

“Oh... don't get shy now.”

She took another slow step toward you, the air around her humming with a hungry, electric energy. She reached out, not touching you, but hovering her hand an inch above your chest. You could feel the cold radiance of her palm, a stark contrast to the fever burning in your blood.

“After all...”

Her eyes narrowed with unmistakable mischief, her gaze dropping again to the heat between your legs. She leaned in, her ghostly lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, her breath a freezing mist that made you gasp.

“...you were the one who noticed me first. And now that you’ve seen what I am, I can smell how much you want me.”

The lights suddenly flickered, a violent strobe that left you blinded for a split second. When they came back on, the space at the foot of your bed was empty. She was sitting in the chair across the room, legs crossed, watching you with a predatory hunger that made your heart race.

“Go back to sleep,” she said, her voice now a low, sultry command.

A pause. A slow, deliberate lick of her pale lips.

“I'll still be here when you wake up. And I think we both know you won't be able to keep your hands off me for long.”