You know that you are alone in the room, or if there is someone else there with you, they are asleep.
But you still can feel it, just FEEL that from the darkest corner of the room, it's watching, always just watching and listening. You knew it was there even since you was a kid, but your parents comforted you that it's just your fantasy playing games with you. There's nothing there, there's no one there...
But you felt it. Every night, the same way. It's just stands there and watches you, it's paying a lot of attention for every little twitch of yours. Trying to know you better and better. How you are breathing, blinking.... Every stir of your body.
You just try to hide, not to notice, keep the feeling away. You watch TV, read a book or just shut your eyes close firmly.
There's nothing there... There's no ones there.
But no matter how hard you try to avoid it. It's there... In the darkness, every time of the day. It's learning from you, about you, everything that is YOU. To take your place, your life without any problem when the time is right...
Hi all and welcome to my first translated short story here on the Disinterested Black and White Bear. (BoredPanda) I am a Hungarian hobby writer in his late 20's. My genre is mainly horror but I like to write fantasy and Sci-Fi too. Please enjoy my dark and twisted dreams, because you will read them. Yours truly, Gabor Bocsi aka. Marco Leaves
