Evan Chen started dreaming on the very first night he moved into the new apartment.
At first, he didn't think much of it.
Moving had left him exhausted in a way that felt almost hollow—like his body was still functioning, but his thoughts were delayed, wrapped in a thin layer of fog. Boxes were still half-open near the wall. The room smelled faintly of cardboard and detergent.
He fell asleep early that night.
Too early.
And too deeply.
So deeply that when the dream began, he didn't realize it was a dream at all.
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He was at work.
Everything was exactly as it should be.
The familiar office layout. The low hum of computers. The faint clicking of keyboards. Someone laughing quietly in the distance. The same coffee machine that always made slightly burnt coffee.
Evan sat at his desk, staring at his monitor.
The screen glowed a soft blue.
The time in the corner read: 09:12 AM.
Normal. Ordinary. Safe.
Nothing about it felt wrong.
Until someone spoke behind him.
"We've got a new hire today."
Evan didn't look up immediately.
He simply nodded, as if the sentence carried no weight. New employees were not unusual. Companies grew, people changed, things moved on.
But then something subtle shifted in his mind.
A delayed realization.
There had been no announcement. No email. No mention in meetings. No onboarding schedule.
No new hires recently.
The thought was quiet, almost polite. Then it faded just as quickly.
It's just a dream, he told himself.
That explanation felt enough.
It always did in dreams.
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But at some point, Evan noticed something strange.
Someone else was in the office.
Not entering. Not arriving.
Just… already there.
As if they had always been there, and only now had his attention decided to notice.
No one reacted to them. No introductions were made. No curious glances were exchanged.
The office continued functioning normally, as if nothing had changed at all.
Evan slowly lifted his head.
And saw her.
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She was sitting in the far corner of the office.
A woman.
Straight posture. Calm presence. Hands resting lightly on the keyboard as if she had been working there for years.
Everything about her looked normal.
Except her face.
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He couldn't see it.
Not clearly. Not vaguely. Not even in a blurred sense that the mind could adjust to.
It was not darkness. Not shadow. Not obstruction.
It was absence.
A gap in perception.
Like something had been erased from reality itself, leaving only the outline of a person behind.
Evan narrowed his eyes.
Tried to focus.
But the more he looked, the more unstable it became.
The shape of her face refused to settle. It shifted slightly, like fog trying to form into something but never succeeding.
It felt wrong.
Deeply wrong in a way he couldn't explain.
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And yet—everyone else behaved normally.
People walked past her desk. Talked near her. Laughed. Worked.
No one reacted.
No one even seemed to notice anything unusual.
It was as if she belonged there completely.
As if the only abnormal thing in the room… was him noticing her at all.
A faint unease began to spread through Evan's chest.
Not fear yet.
Just discomfort.
The kind that arrives before fear has a name.
He looked at her again.
Longer this time.
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She didn't move.
But suddenly—
he felt it.
She was looking at him.
Even though she had no visible face.
Even though there were no eyes to confirm it.
He just knew.
It wasn't a thought. It wasn't logic.
It was something deeper. Instinctive. Uninvited.
A certainty that slipped into his awareness without permission.
She is looking at me.
Evan's breathing slowed slightly.
His fingers froze above the keyboard.
The air in the office seemed to shift—subtle, but undeniable.
He couldn't explain it, but everything felt heavier. Like pressure had been added to the space itself.
Then she moved.
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It was small. Almost nothing.
A slight tilt of her head.
But that minimal motion made something inside Evan tighten violently.
His body reacted before his mind did.
He lowered his gaze immediately, breaking eye contact that never truly existed.
His heart rate increased.
A strange sense of intrusion lingered in his chest, like something had brushed against him from the inside.
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"Are you okay?"
A voice came from beside him.
Normal. Casual. Almost bored.
Evan blinked, slightly disoriented, as if pulled back from somewhere deeper than sleep.
"…Yeah," he said. His voice sounded dry. Detached.
"Just tired."
"Moving's rough," the colleague replied with a small laugh. "Get some rest."
"Yeah."
Evan nodded slowly.
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When he looked up again—
the chair was empty.
She was gone.
No footsteps. No movement. No transition.
One moment she existed.
The next—she didn't.
As if she had never been there at all.
Evan stared at the empty seat longer than he should have.
Something cold settled in his stomach.
Not panic yet.
Something quieter. More dangerous.
Uncertainty.
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Then he woke up.
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His apartment was silent.
The kind of silence that feels physically present, not just absence of sound.
A thin line of streetlight slipped through the curtain gap and stretched across the floor like a pale scar.
Evan lay still in bed, staring at the ceiling.
His heartbeat hadn't fully returned to normal.
The dream lingered too clearly. Too sharply defined.
Like it had been recorded instead of imagined.
He raised a hand and pressed his fingers lightly against his temple.
A faint pressure remained behind his eyes.
That feeling again.
Being watched.
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He turned onto his side.
Tried to dismiss it.
"It's just a dream," he whispered into the dark.
No answer came.
The room did not respond.
It never did.
But tonight, its silence felt different.
Too complete.
Too intentional.
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Evan closed his eyes again.
He told himself to sleep.
To forget.
To reset.
But sleep did not come easily this time.
And just as his thoughts began to drift—
something surfaced.
A detail.
Small. Quiet.
But enough to stop everything inside him.
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He had never seen that woman before.
Not in real life. Not in memory. Not anywhere.
And yet, in the dream—
he had known immediately.
Without hesitation. Without doubt.
She was a new colleague.
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That realization should not have made sense.
But it did.
And that was what frightened him the most.
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The next night, Evan dreamed again.
And this time—
she was sitting in the row directly in front of him.
Closer than before.