The in-between (içinde arasinda )

Do you ever feel that someone is watching you? When you get that gut feeling that a pair of eyes are directly pointed towards you? Well he's here. Or it's here. Or maybe they're here. That creature lurking in the shadows, prowling, looking for it's prey. Slowly moving before it knows its the right time to jump out, scare the living daylights out of the prey and sink its teeth in its body, and slowly extinguish the hunger it feels. And all you can do is just sit there. Patiently waiting for the pain to reside. That's what it feels like to be hunted. We should know, because that's what happened to me. It's how we died.