Hawke House - A Gothic Descent into Madness

"Sometimes...sometimes I feel as if someone is watching me," she shuddered, getting closer to the radiator.

He frowned. He had felt the very thing recently. That he was being watched.

The other day, he had been inspecting the first-floor porch, and suddenly, he had the feeling that someone was watching him. He had inspected the cold, silent windows one by one until he had settled on their bedroom window.

He could swear that the curtain had twitched.