Do You Ever Feel Like You 're Being Watched?

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

I was going through a rough time in my life, a time where I felt weak and was not understood by anyone around me. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around everything, my loneliness, my depression, and many other things. It was a time where I was vulnerable, for the sake of the story. I never did a lot of talking, this caused some weird things to happen to me, and they didn't feel normal. I saw things at night, things that nobody should ever have to see. I saw the dark side of humankind, all of the hate, the lies, it all became clear. Night after night, I saw these things, and it never made sense to me, why I was seeing

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

I seemed to notice something strange in the far corner of the warehouse. I walked over, suddenly stopping 6-7 meters away, realizing what it was. I stood there in shock horror starring at the lifeless man covered in blood and a massive hole in his chest. It was like something was feeding on him. I stared without blinking, then finely I released with a shiver as the chilly breeze went up my spine. I took a few slow steps back then I turned around to find a creepy girl wearing a white dress standing there glaring at me. I gasp because blood was all around her mouth dripping down on to her dress. What is wrong with this girl? Was she the one that killed that man? If so I need to get out of this place. I start to run when she starts to laugh. She was catching up and I wasn’t sure what she was capable of. My heart was racing while I was stumbling all over the place. Finely I got to the door and I shoved it open, then I tried to close it on her but she opened it straight away. I jumped all the stairs. When I was moving through the air It felt like I was moving in slow-mo. Then I landed on my knee which made me tumble all over the ground. I laid there not even thinking, then suddenly the girl hopped on top of me and went to take a bite

For once I felt the sudden need to be near other people, so I headed for the door quickly. The street was deserted. Strewn across the road were all my belongings. Why were they here and not in my cardboard box where I slept in Well Street? Who had done this? Were they thieves? Not that I had much to steal. I began gathering everything up. My blankets had been shredded. There were dents in things, bits pulled off other things and generally messed with. Even the things that used to be usefully were destroyed. Why would anyone even bother to do this? As I looked at my surroundings I began to feel a little disorientated. The ground seemed to move. Then I felt distinctly uneasy. Was he back? At a distance I thought I could see people so I hurried in their direction but they never seemed to get nearer. At once, I was then surrounded by them! No faces! They’ve got no faces! I closed my eyes and when I opened them the people were gone. I suddenly felt as if I was being watched. I glanced around furtively and out of the corner of my eye I thought I saw a lion! I screamed but it was gone. As I again looked around I thought I could see dozens of pairs of eyes behind every window staring at me malevolently. I turned and ran. Breathlessly, I re-entered the church and slammed the door behind me.

I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

It was dark and alone and I felt the need to cry. One by one everyone I have ever loved showed up. My mom, my sister, my late girlfriend, my grandma… I could go on. Their eyes were on me and only me. I was the only stimulus in the room. The yelled at me. I was irrational . I had put them in a situation where they didn’t even know me anymore. I was the monster under the bed and I was the reason why people were scared. They yelled so loud to the point where I didn’t even know if they were screams anymore.

When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too

I remember just getting off my shift at work, when a guy was saying how cute I would look on his bike. It was like my sixth sense was tingling all over my body. This panicked look fell across my face and I tried ignoring the consistent sweetie and sweet hearts. I remember acting as if I was on the phone, and trying to find anyway to ignore him. As I started picking up my pace to my car, omeone watching from inside had stepped in. I still remember trembling and sneaking back to my car sweat trickling down my face and being paranoid the whole ride home. I can still visualize the thumping of my heart beat and the effort just to keep breathing. The story definitely resembled an unforgettable night for me and a reality check to be more cautious. If only Connie had dialed the police, instead of “wondering how bad she looked” (Oates 110). She was so caught up in flaunting herself and looking good, that she had lost all common sense.

All these thoughts were running through my head when all of sudden I heard a door slam. My heart stop for a minute my breathing got heavier she open the door I stood in the corner of this tiny brown cupboard praying that she wouldn’t see me, she finally shut the cupboard door. I could hear her footsteps as she slowly started walking away, relief took over my body as I heard the door close I stepped out of the cupboard when he all of sudden someone hand was covering my mouth I started to kick and scream but it was no good she pushed me to the bed and pulled out a gun and pointed it at my head I shut my eyes as my instincts kicked in when suddenly I heard the gun go

I would stay alert all night sometimes. Every gust of wind or howl of our neighborhood dogs would send shivers through my spine. Throughout the nights I could hear whispers. I could never make out words except for this night. (I was half asleep when) I heard it say “Let me out” I opened my eyes and I was in front of the basement door. BANG. “LET ME OUT!” I got up and ran to my room locking the door behind me. I was breathing heavy by the time I got to my room. Looking at my hands, I realized they were covered in salt. There had been salt surrounding the door to the basement.(I had never realized that there was salt that surrounded the door.)After that The month slowly passed by without even a sound from her. People prepared for upcoming Halloween. Pumpkins were carved and set out in the front of people’s houses as people prepared for this week, Halloween. A loud bang i heard chains fall against the stairs along with soft foot steps ( I brought a flashlight to talk to her then her I could see her cold black eye through the

Surveillance is an observation of a person or group of people. The government may use surveillance to track who people do like phone calls, internet access,

My curiosity taking over, I stood up, with difficulty, and stumbled over to the beam of light when a dark shadow moved in the corner of the room, as if it had been watching me.