“If you wake up in the hours between 1-2am it’s because someone is watching you”

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end. A chill of dread slithering thru me. panic rose within me as I struggled to wake up.

Something someone was watching me! Someone was in the room…

I finally got my eyes open and I tried to find the lights but couldn’t move. I was relieved when I realized it was because Willow. I pet her a few times. But the dread wouldn’t go away.

I turned on the lights.

I dreamt I had a stalker. I hadn’t realized I had one until I was a book store. I just pulled up into the parking lot and something about it made me panic.

I passed out from my panic attack and woke up in a bed.

It was a hospital room. A very nice VIP room, one I couldn’t afford even with my insurance. I got up to use the bathroom when something on the table caught my eye.

There were pictures. night vision. Of a room. Each picture would slowly reveal me sleeping. Me watching kdrama. Me eating. Then the closet door slowly opening and something started to climb out.

At first all I saw was a hand. Then an arm. Then a top of a head. Then the head tilted back to reveal masked face.

I went cold.

The masked man was in the middle of my room. He waved. Stood next to my sleeping form. Petted Willow. Put his head next to mine for another shot.

The words across that photo were “I’m watching you”

-I’m still filled with dread. I have been up for 20 minutes. Every time I walk by the window I freak out. My closet door is closed. How am I supposed to close my eyes?

♥writing was all I had, all I’ve ever had, the only currency, the only proof that I was alive. Memory.♥ each of us has a story to tell. Leave your thoughts. Leave your comments.

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