The room was dark. Completely black. No shadows.
No sound except for my breath, and the music pounding over my air pods.
I was alone in the room. So why did it feel like somebody was watching me?
Unease made my stomach curdle.
I turned on the light.
Eyes adjusting as I quickly glanced about the tiny apartment bedroom.
Alone. I was alone.
I turned off the light.
My skin chilled, the tiny hairs on the back of my neck rising.
Someone. Something was watching me.
I closed my eyes, and attempted to shake off the sensation.
It was at that moment I caught a glimpse of who was watching me.
Not who. But what.
Dread filling me.
A frail elderly woman, with unkempt hair.
My eyes flew open and I reached for the light.
Nothing was there.
I called for Daisy to comfort me.
There were two things I disliked about the paranormal
Women were just as dangerous dead as they were alive.
Children were not cute or adorable and they certainly didn’t play for fun!
How was I supposed to sleep now?