October short-story collection.

The watcher

I am all too familiar with the feeling of being watched, and have always been since I am a child, at least for as long as I can remember. My mother used to joke around how "It's normal, because you are a kid, you have a stronger link with ghost!" -- not the most reassuring, I agree. Yet, it has always been this way. and depsite how it should not have been reassuring, especially for a kid to hear, it was. 

After all, the feeling of being watch had a reason, a proper one.

After all, I wasn't in danger.

Yet, the feeling of being watched never truly dissapeared, no. Not even as I grew up to be a teenager, not even as I grew up as a adult. But I was familiar with it, and the feeling was not scary at all. In a sense.. It even felt comforting.

Comforting until today.

For the first time, the impression of being watch turned into a terrifying sensation, and shivers runned down my spin as I looked around in a frenzy, as if I could suddendly see the ghosts my mother had been speaking about to me when I was a child. Mere tales, but tales I liked.

As a scream escaped me, what I saw was very much real, very much human.

It was no ghost that was watching me,no.

Instead, a tall man was leaning on the doorframe of my bathroom, with an uncanny smile on his lips, his eyes barely visible under the hood he was wearing.