I'm watching you, John.
I can see you wherever you go. Whenever you walk outside, go on a plane, sing on a stage, I always watch you.
I can see you, but you can't see me.
You don't notice a simple shadow, do you Johnny?
Of course you don't. I can hide myself easily anyways.
But, you are always oblivious to my presence, even now.
I watch as you sleep ever so peacefully, seeing your chest rise with each breath you take.
You don't know that I'm on this wall, neither do your friends. I can't touch you, but just watching you is enough.
I've been watching you for years, and yet here you are, so peaceful before me and unknowing of my desires.
I love it whenever I can touch your shadow though.
One day, you will know how much I want you.
It won't matter if you'll never be seen by your friends again. I don't care that they'll all think you're dead.
With your shadow, I will be complete.
In this shadowy world of mine, you will be my light.
I'm watching you, John.
You may not be able to see me yet, but I can see you.
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Beatles Horror Stories
FanfictionJust a book of Beatles horror stories of varying lengths and styles.