[ Nov 20 12:30 ]
TW: STALKING, SCOPOPHOBIA
Jim couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched . Everywhere he looked he had to look twice . He had stopped reassuring himself , he no longer felt safe . His thoughts reeled as he closed the last closet . Go back to bed . He trudged to his bed when he heard the same scratching of nails on wood , the same sound on night 2 . He turned to his bedroom window , it was coming from there . Uncertainly , he went closer and peaked through the boards , his eye staring right into another . With an inaudible yelp he jumped back , his hands subconsciously reaching for the black square he had disposed of an year ago , the gun he owned . He closed his eyes and made a stupid decision . He grabbed the trowel he had and went closer to the window , he looked through it once more . No one was there . Had he been imagining it ? No . He had thought ---- was fake , but they were real The knocking hadn't been fake either . Whoever it was , wasn't getting away with it .
Jim inaudibly sighed as he turned back to his bed , sinking into the soft mattress .
I will never feel safe again .
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A FRIEND IN MY COMPUTER [ J1MS COMPUTER
Horrorright.. this is a shipping story of jim and the stranger on ro chat, headcanons wil be given
