Pins prick the back of my neck and my hairs stand on edge, as if commanded by an officer. It’s electric and it tingles, usually this is a good thing but now it’s the opposite. It’s dark, it’s…unnerving. Fingers spread around the back of my neck and caress my face, yet there are no physical appendages on me. Quickly, I turn. If my back is no longer to them then they cannot get me, cannot touch me, watch me. Slowly, I scan the room, desperately trying to locate whatever had been targeting me, yet the only thing I can see, can fathom, is the ever growing darkness in this field of bright lights.

My feet are bricks and my legs are numb, while my body doesn’t recognise this fear, my legs revert to their primal state like a deer in headlights. I’m frozen. But my mind is alive and well, bursting at the seams with a fear so unknown and boundless I can feel it stretching out of my very body and it starts to fill the area, starts to coat and stain the very world which is torturing me. If only it would highlight the thing, that won’t leave me alone. It stares at me? Or glares at me? The way my skin boils at it’s gaze leaves me no information on how it looks, where it stares from. I’m frozen but I know it’s eyes aren’t. If only I could swap places with whatever it is.