You ever feel like you’re being watched? Maybe see those little shadows out of the corner of your eye? Or when you’re too afraid to look behind you because you might see something you don’t want to? Yeah. Me too.
My therapist told me I need to document my “feelings”. Nobody believes that something is watching me, they think it’s just my imagination, but it’s not. Today as I was riding the bus home from school and I seen it again, waiting on my front lawn. I asked my friend if he could see it, but no. Maybe I really am crazy.
It followed me at school today. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. I could feel it watching me through every class. On the way home it went away, thinking I was in the clear I relaxed on the couch for a while. Then I seen the shadow of a figure in the reflection of the screen. I was too afraid to even scream. I just watched the figure in horror. Why did it come back? What even is it?
Its 2:00 a.m. and I can’t sleep because I can feel it watching me again. I’m afraid to look up from my journal because I don’t want to see it. I don’t know why it’s here or why it’s watching me. What does it want?
4:00a.m. – It’s still here.
The sun finally rose after what seemed like endless time. I didn’t sleep at all, so I told my mom I was sick and couldn’t go to school. She took one look at me and actually believed me. But now I’m alone. What if it comes back? What if this time… it takes me.
Went back to school today, haven’t seen it since that night. Maybe its gone.
I was wrong. It’s not gone.
Its been two days and it hasn’t left. Its staying this whole time without leaving. I’m afraid to sleep. I don’t know what it wants or what it will do.
I try telling my parents again but they still think I’m doing it for attention. I get upset and start screaming at them about how it could kill me, but they don’t listen.
Christmas is arriving but all I can wish for is that “it” would go away.
I haven’t had a proper nights sleep in almost a week. It’s always there, just… watching me. I still don’t know what it wants.
It finally left… I think.
Christmas went well. My mom had to mention the thing that watches me… she still thinks it’s just my imagination or a need for attention.
It’s back, and the feeling is stronger… like it’s right behind me. I’m terrified. I still don’t know what it wants or why it’s here.
I’m hiding in the bathroom hoping it can’t find me. How do my parents not see it?
Your soul is mine now.