She walked along the tree lined trail, the moon the only thing lighting her way.
She could feel the tension on her chest, the hairs on her neck stood up, her knees became weak, and her heart dropped.
It was the feeling of being watched. The feeling is purely unique.
She kept walking the ominous shadows seemed to be growing closer.
Her heart bet louder, she could almost hear it in her ears.
She broke into a run.
Their was light at the end of the trail.
But before she could get there she woke up gasping for air in her own bed.
But even still the feeling of being watched did not go away and the shadows seemed threatening. She lay her head back down on the pillow.
Wondering what lurked in the darkness. Was it evil or her own lust, sin, and darkness? And was she ready to know the answer to that?
