You always hear voices in the dark, calling out your name, but nobody is ever there. You can feel their presence. You can hear their breath, you can feel it down your neck, sending shivers down your spine.
Maybe its just nothing.
Or maybe you're being stalked by an old friend of yours.
I do not own anything but the story, Ticci Toby belongs to Kastoway and you belong to yourself. Yes - i am aware Masky is not a creepypasta, he is a character in Marble Hornets. case closed. And if you are below the age of 12, please, i advise you to not read this story. But.. i can't stop you, you can if you'd like.
Also, i will be using they/them pronouns so everyone may read this story.