There are soft, shuffling noises. Blades of grass bending from light hoof-falls. A shadow skirts the edge of your sight.
A pale smile. A constant presence. Looming. Lurking. Waiting.
No need to turn. No need to look.
It's a feeling. Just a feeling. But it's certain and steady but the intentions cannot be read.
Sneak a glance from the corner of your eye and your ears hear the continuous cheer, an airy gust against your cheek.
Hello, hello, hello!
