The Watcher

48 1 0
                                    

As I peeked over the angel looking grave stone, I saw someone watching me. I instinctively ducked back down and when I looked back up my eyes locked with the person's. The person's eyes were dark as midnight, they were watching me so intently I had goose bumps all over my arms. My eyes were still locked with theirs when I smelled smoke. My nose scrunched up in disgust. I hated the smell of smoke.

~*~

This was a snapshot that I had to write for school. Thanks for reading it! I love feedback!

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Mar 15, 2012 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

The WatcherWhere stories live. Discover now