I trembled nervously, trying to ignore the underlying feeling that someone, somewhere out there… was watching me. Even with this terrifying feeling, I had no evidence that anyone was watching me, but… I just knew, deep down, that someone was definitely watching me, closely, carefully. I HATED this feeling. It made me sick to my stomach. I mean, who on Earth would ever want to feel like they were being watched this closely? Certainly not me. I increased my pace, walking faster and faster until I arrived at my house. I closed the door behind me and locked it, though I still felt like there was someone nearby, watching me… an unwelcome visitor. This feeling only got worse the father I went into my own home. _Why? Why me? Why here, in my home? What did I do to deserve this?_ I wondered, shaking even more, my chest tightening to the point where I literally could not breathe. I collapsed to the ground, my heartbeat growing more and more unsteady, my breathing ragged. I thought I was going to die from all the panic and pain. _Maybe if I die, I’ll feel better… the feeling… it would disappear._ I thought, trying to laugh through the pain of dying. Then, everything went black, but the feeling remained. Even in my final moments, I knew…… I was being watched.