The Watcher

The Watcher will watch you. if you chose to watch it, it will watch you watch it watching you watching it just like how you watched it watch you.

I remember the day vividly, and the memory was clear as day. It changed my life you could say, I still don’t know if the change was good or bad. I remember what it looked like. It had a silhouette of a human, and that's what I thought it was, until I got closer to it. I remember how as I walked down the side walk, it tried to stay as far away as possible, that is until I said “Hello”. I remember exactly what it looked like, it wore a gray jacket and it was too dark out to see it’s face. I remember we had a lovely conversation. But now, it just follows me, I call it the Watcher. It watches from afar, but when I am near it, it likes to strike a conversations. I do not know whether or not to be afraid of the Watcher. What’s this? I hear the Watcher tapping on my window, maybe it wants to talk?

Author's Note

The thought of somebody watching me kinda makes me nervous, thus this story was born. Like always, it obviously trash but whatever. Hope you enjoyed.