- The street lights flicker when i walk down the street. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on its ends. Being alone in this part of the neighborhood always creeped me out. But that's not what I am scared of tonight. Someone is watching me, HE is watching me. He has been following me for the past two blocks. I feel him get closer and I quicken my pace. Soon he was behind me and i turn around to face him but then I feel a sharp pain and every thing goes dark.
- by badsweety2334 |
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- | Submitted on 06/18/2011 |
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- Title: He is Watching
- Artist: badsweety2334
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- Date: 06/18/2011
- Tags: watching
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Saxgrrrl - 06/24/2011
- lovely descriptions, not really much of a story, great hook though
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- Marionette Melody - 06/20/2011
- great story
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