I knew the second he breached the perimeter and crossed the property line. I'm not sure what the connection between him and this thing on my neck happens to be, but from the moment it started tingling I knew. I'd been shocked earlier when he invaded my mind, and even more so by his candid forthcomings. Not sure why I expected him to lie, to evade.
From a distance his voice is almost soothing, reassuring, but now that he's this close I feel that sense of dread creeping up on me once again. It hadn't been an easy day, not after the conversation my sisters and I had at breakfast. I'm still trying to figure out how I could've missed what they felt, heard; sensed.
But what baffled me even more is when they swore that the strange phenomena had generated from my room. I ran my fingertip over the mark on my neck as I wondered not for the first time if this had something to do with all that I'd supposedly missed.