The Watcher
My new neighbor moved in, and I have creepy thoughts about him. I think he may be watching me at night. Every night, I wake up to a feeling of someone watching me. I’ll wake up, and I’ll sit up, and I will turn on all of the lights, and I have the shivering and scared feeling.
It just sucks because I have no idea if it’s my neighbor or not. But, it started when he moved in. This never happened before.
I wake up the next morning, and I say good morning to my mother. She asks me if I slept well in the night, and I say I didn’t. I said that I got the feeling again. The feeling of someone watching me.
She tells me that it’s probably my posters with the eyes. Maybe it’s just in my mind, my mind playing tricks on me. I tell her that’s probably what it is, but that’s not what I think in my mind.
The day goes by, and it’s time to go to sleep again, and get the feeling of someone stalking me.
I get the feeling again.
This time, I’m looking out my window to see if it was what I’ve been thinking all along. I look out, and I see a figure watching me. I look back to get my phone to take a picture, but then he’s gone. I didn’t get a photo, I will never be able to prove it to anybody.
Who knows if I’ll ever be able to report this. I probably won’t, because they’re going to say I need proof. Now, that’s what I’m going to do… every…. single….. night.