He’s behind me, isn’t he?

Have you ever gotten the feeling that someone is behind you, watching you? The hairs on the back of your neck prickle, and goosebumps stand out on your arms. You’re one sound, one creak, one footstep, one breath, away from fleeing in terror.  We’ve all been there.  But what if we’ve all been there because there’s always someone…something…behind us?

The above image comes from the awesome blog Behind You, one panel comics reminiscent of Chas Addams that show everyday people with horrors just a step behind. Check it out. Then spend the next 24-48 hours looking over your shoulder…