The Face was Smiling

Jet had a bizarre feeling that someone was following him, and however inexplicable, it was always there in the back of his psyche.

He had first thought it could be God watching over him or perhaps a guiding Angelic presence - but when he began to hear actual footsteps these explanations paled.

When asking other people he met if they had ever felt as though they were being crept up on, and watched deceptively ... assorted big brother theories were confided to him with a solemn emphasis on conspiracy.

Recently when returning home he had closed and locked the front door behind himself, when only a few minutes later he heard it slam shut alarmingly, as though the invisible presence had actually let himself in following behind.

Then there was the uncanny time when an entire flock of birds gathered high in the sky, in perfect formation, lingering just long enough to come together and form the face of a man looking down at him - and worse still, the face was smiling.

-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series