I could feel it. Something was watching me. I held me breath, and didn’t move. Then I heard a light scraching sound. My blood turned cold.
I quickly sat up and turned on the light. I was alone in my room. I glanced at the clock. Midnight. I tried to fall sleep again. I pulled the covers over my head, and took deep breaths. I heard the scratching again. I froze. No, there’s nothing there. It’s just a mouse, I thought.
Thump!
Or is it? I thought. Then I got the feeling like I wasn’t alone. Like I was still being watched by that unseen thing. I would’ve shaken in fear, but I was to scared to move. It’s just my imagination. Nothing’s watching you, I thought.
Creeeek.
Someone was opening my door. I closed my eyes and counted to 20, then turned on the light. Nothing. My door was still closed and I was still alone. I tooked a deep breath, and went back to bed.
I knew I was alone. But could still feel someone, or something, watching me.