my creepypasta story

is he watching me

The next morning, Y/N stirred as the first rays of sunlight pierced through the hospital room's window, casting a warm glow over the sterile environment. The storm had passed, leaving a serene and deceptive calm in its wake. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness that filled the room.

For a moment, there was a sense of peace, a fleeting hope that the terror of the previous night had been nothing more than a nightmare. But as Y/N's gaze drifted to the window, a chill ran down their spine. The memory of the kidnapper's watchful eyes, hidden in the darkness, came rushing back.

Y/N tried to shake off the feeling of dread, focusing instead on the routine sounds of the hospital. Nurses moving from room to room, the distant beeping of monitors, and the occasional murmur of conversation. But the sense of being watched lingered, an invisible weight pressing down on their chest.

Determined to reclaim some sense of normalcy, Y/N sat up and reached for the glass of water on the bedside table. The cool liquid was a small comfort, a reminder of the mundane amidst the chaos. Yet, the unease persisted, a constant reminder that the kidnapper was still out there, lurking in the shadows.

As Y/N looked out the window, they couldn't help but wonder if he was watching them even now, hidden somewhere beyond the bright morning light. The thought was unsettling, but it also fueled a growing resolve. Y/N knew they couldn't live in fear forever. They had to find a way to outsmart him, to turn the tables and reclaim their life.

With a deep breath, Y/N decided that today would be different. They would no longer be a helpless victim. The bright light of the new day brought with it a spark of determination, a glimmer of hope that they could overcome the terror that had haunted them for so long.