Watched
You
are standing in the bathroom getting ready for bed one night, when all of a
sudden, you feel like someone is watching you. You know the feeling. It’s when
you feel a subtle presence weighing you down. When you feel like if you turn
around, someone, or something will be behind you, ready to strike. You shake it
off, clean up for bed, and switch off the bathroom light. You venture into the
kitchen. Everything is dark and quiet. The heavy feeling still follows you. You
whirl around, finding nothing. You chuckle sheepishly to yourself. You have no
reason to be nervous.
You
reach into the fridge, and pause. What is that shadow lurking in the corner of
the kitchen? You quickly flick on a light and the shadow disappears. You sigh
in relief. Shut the fridge door. Venture into your room with a cup of water. Creak. What was that? You whirl around.
There’s nothing behind you. The heavy feeling fades a little.
You
put the glass of water on your bedside. You know you won’t be able to sleep for
a while. You slip into bed anyway. Pull down the covers and slip under them.
You nervously glance around, your eyes landing on the closet door. Was that a
person lurking behind the door? You flip the bedside lamp off. The silhouette
fades. Sighing in relief, you turn over on your back, look up at the ceiling
and scream. A face leers back at you. It has spiderlike arms and legs clinging
to the ceiling, black holes where eyes should be. The thing leaps down on you.
You try to roll off the bed, but it’s too late. The Thing That Watches always
is where you least expect it. So, if you are ever in bed, feeling watched, never, ever look up. It hates being
seen.
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