They Look Like Us

There are things in the forest, and they look like us. They roam under cover of darkness. I could never quite see their faces at night, nor would I in the light, as this one had covered itself with a dark fabric hood. Despite this obstruction, it seemed to be able to see me quite clearly. I hear them from the house sometimes, talking to each other in a language of indecipherable noises. I fear I'm going mad with paranoia. I could swear they call my name from time to time.