I turn and walk out the door, I grab my bag and begin walking home, trying to shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around suddenly, hoping to catch them off guard, but no-one was there, It couldn't have been a child playing a trick on me because I am the only child on my street. With the back of my neck prickling, I opened the gate and walked inside my house.
It was the 21st of February.
As the day went on I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. After dinner I flopped onto the couch and began to watch TV. I was watching the TV for a while when the lights flickered, once, twice, three times, before going out. I didn't know what to do so I just sat there in the darkness, while my parents searched for the torches.
Once again I got the feeling I was being watched, but this time I knew they were close.
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The Blackout
غموض / إثارةA girl named Laila has been having some weird things happen to her lately, could it have something to do with a strange hooded figure?
