A collection of various ideas, because the short story is too lazy to make many pitfalls
The 'guest' in the house;
At first, I just felt that there was another person living in my house. It left clues but was not encountered by me.
At first, when I just wanted to drink water, there happened to be warm water in the water cup. When I wanted to take a bath, the bathtub was filled with just the right amount of clean water. When I wanted to eat, the table was set with sweet and sweet food that I love...
It doesn't seem to be afraid of my noticing.
At first... It was just...
This seems to be just a "cautious" test.
Until…
The cell phone disappears and I complain about it and then returns but there is no signal, the strange touch of my body under the quilt in the morning, the door I control can no longer be opened...
I found... The unauthorized guest in the house... He started to become bold...
Accepting things as they come vs being crazy and perverted
The 'love' that follows you everywhere;
I don't know since when, the feeling of being watched is getting stronger and stronger!
There is obviously no one! Obviously not!
Why!
No matter where you go! No matter what you are doing! Even if you hide under a quilt, in a cupboard, or in an empty room! That sense of gaze is always there!
Am I being targeted... Or...
I'm crazy...
Being willing to help others, being sunny and energetic, vs being nourished by "love" and gradually growing up.
Disgusting spider;
Spider webs can be seen everywhere on the window edges, wall corners, and between bed cabinets. After cleaning, there are them again the next day. Where did the damn spider go? It's really terrible.
Monsters in underground pipes;
Every meal would have endless food poured into the sewer. One day, I finished eating, but something seemed to be overflowing from the sewer.
The shadows in the mirror are getting closer and closer;
I have a big mirror at home, which helps a lot when I get up and sort out my clothes every day, but I found that in the mirror, behind me, there seemed to be some shadow gradually approaching me.
The last day of life;
Today is a special day. I decided to record this whole day, but things seem to have become strange. Why do I keep repeating this day?
Third person
Intention: Everything has spirit
