• This story started out like any other basic story that peaks a persons interest. It always starts out with the cover and just like any based opinion on a cover, if its not interesting you don't read it. However, in the dim room with the shades drawn you lie back not caring for what book you read as long as the proulog peaked your interest.

    You read through it like any other book and decide whether or not if you would give it a chance. Your not much of a reader so you skim and you seek out the big bolded letters that might show topic of interest. For example, one might choose the word death or murder, but others may choose sex over violence. Then again many will choose action or sci-fi to distance themselves from the average story of sex and murder.

    When one is used to the way our world revolves they can pretty much tell a story line off the bat. Theres no waiting till half the story has gone by to tell that the second brothers cousin in law commited the murder of Jane Doe. No, if your a real novelist you know that key words will jump out at you. Your not a skimer, but infact a seeker of clues.

    You dignify yourself reasons to reread passages to assertain more information that might lead to a solved mystery or where this monster came from. If your like anything that those stories tell, you sir, are a unique specimen. A him or her of a special species that distinctly tells when a person is lying or when they appear happy, but are sad. You sir or madam or a watcher...

    Your day can not be complete without some kind of insight into someone elses life. You scan the www. for unsolved mysteries, ghost sighting of the beyond, or a realm of reality outside of your own. You are so interested in a world so far from your own you distance yourself from all reality except the one you precieve in your book because you know what your going to find and you want more.

    So, more and more you read and by reading your filling in these spacious gaps you never had until you picked up that book with the misleading cover and with those prouloged words that you skimmed through you decide to read a few pages. Those few pages turn into a few chapters and by then your reading your way through a book in a matter of days. Then days turn into weeks, but by then it matters not as you take your books with you to work.

    So, your obsession grows from a neat room to a neat office, but you let no one know because you don't want these ordinary people part of your magnificent world. A world you created and are so fond of you want no one else a part of, but this world is lonely. By now your making imaginary family members and obscene settings for them to live in. You can't stand ordinary and the mere thought of it makes you yearn for the abnormal.

    You are a watcher...

    An abnormal species with an abnormal ability to sence the out of place. You know how to lead an investigation without ever being there. You study and focus on the strange in hopes that maybe one day you won't be wrong in your assumption that this may actually happen...





    (To Be Continued)