Assassin c.d.

Evey corner I would turn and, every door I would enter, I felt as if I was being followed. I must be going insane. I must be losing my mind. I would tell myself over and over pushing away those creepy shivers I get and stoping myself from looking looking over shoulder every 5 minutes. I'm living my life in fear of nothing. Cause every time I would turn there is nothing their. If there is somone following me, they are seriously good at it, almost like they done this before