There’s a prickling at the back of my neck and a sensation of spiders crawling up my spine. My heart is pounding as my eyes dart around like a hunted animal. I know you’re watching from somewhere. From the cobwebbed corners shrouded in darkness? Behind the slight crack in the door? I look, but I can’t see you anywhere.

My ears ring bright as I tear my house apart. I search the closet, th...

I sit on the hotel bed, a slight shiver from the cheap AC runs through me. I open my book but pause, the sensation of being watched lays heavy over me. I look up and can’t feel it anymore.

_Strange-_

I look don’t at the page and feel eyes on me again, this time closer. Panic catches in my throat as I fell the energy in the room shift.

_They’re moving?_

I glance up again and the feeling drops ins...

**_NOTE: I changed the prompt from something the character can’t see to something that ONLY the character can see. _**

The hairs on the back of my neck spike up, my eyes darting to all the people on the street. _Who’s watching me?_

My hands form fists in my coat pockets, my breaths coming out more frenzied with each step. I had already looked behind me twice, and upon finding nothing b...

I was alone in the woods.

I felt something, no, someone, watching me. Observing me. Carefully studying me.

I started walking quicker when I heard some rustling in the leaves. And it wasn’t wind.

I thought it was a monster when I saw brown, fluffy fur in the auburn forest.

I freaked out when I say it jiggle.

I knew it was spooky.

I knew it was scary.

I knew it was jiggly.

I knew it was hairy.

Spook...

At first I blamed it on a sensitive and vivid imagination - a legacy from my childhood. Ever afterward I am destined to shrink at the first sound of a raised voice, or the sudden chill that halts a previously warm conversation. A car back firing renders me so panic stricken that I have become a master of disguise to those observing me. This has taken me decades to perfect. Anything to escape t...

The day as warm

Hot even

But still

Shivers crawl up

my spine

The hair on the back of my neck

stands on end

And my mind won’t stop reeling

Going back and forth

Wondering who is watching

Because someone has to be

Every Step

Is it’s own battle

I’m fighting myself

Wondering

Where

Should

I

Go

It’s been like this for weeks

Constant

No breaks

These are my symptoms doctor

H...

I am sitting on the beach , taking in the warm summer day. I was closing my eyes feeling the breeze on my skin, when all of a sudden it felt like someone was watching me. I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I opened my eyes because it felt like someone was right there, but there was nobody there. I then just brushed it off, thinking I was imagining things, and went back to enj...

I feel your eyes.

I feel you watching.

I know you’re there.

I know you’re disappointed.

I hear you sighing.

I hear you scolding.

I feel your gaze.

I feel your attention.

I know you hate me.

I know you’re angry.

I hear you screaming.

I hear you yelling.

I feel your stare.

I feel your fear.

I know you’re hurting

I know you blame me.

I hear you crying.

I hear you breaking.

So why can I not see you...

Sarah just ponders away, walking around Central Park when she feels someone is watching her.

Slowly coming back to reality she looks around.

She couldn’t see anyone in her secluded pathway and started to worry.

Out of nowhere a young mailman runs past her dropping a newspaper.

”Read all about it!” yells the mailman.

*weirdo*

Sarah pics up the newspaper and unfolds it.

She scans it and fi...

Tick tock

like eyes

on the clock.

Except ive got

not one clue,

who is watching me walk.

I feel like a

putrid carcass,

inside a white line o’ chalk.

No matter which

way i go, this

search never stops.

Not even once

my body completely 

drops or rots.

Like someone

who’s reading deeper

into these plots…...