The feeling on my shoulder was sharp and foreboding. Whatever it was doing the tapping was, very likely, something I’d find revolting. I knew this instinctively. I’ve felt gentle taps, curious taps and even menacing taps, but this wasn’t quite like any of those.
I knew that as soon as I were to turn around, it would become real. Like a quantum experiment where atoms take concrete form only when there‘s an observer to acknowledge them. I didn’t want to turn around. I didn’t want whatever it was to fully materialize.
And yet, in some strange way, this precise feeling and the tap that produced it is exactly why I came here.