There are things in the forest that look like me.

I can never quite see their faces, they’re always blurred or distorted. the last one looked as if it had covered itself with some kind of cloth. Despite this obstruction, it seemed to be able to see me quite clearly.

I hear them from the house sometimes, talking to each other in a language of indecipherable noises. I fear I'm going mad with paranoia. I could swear they call my name from time to time.