Sitting by the windowsill, Josh decided to take one last look at the pretty brunette, only to find her frozen, already staring at him. But how could she possibly see him?
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I just finished unpacking all of the boxes I had brought into my room earlier. I didn't know why, but I just felt like I was being watched. It didn't feel like a creepy kind of "being watched", but I just felt eyes on me, sometimes. It might just have been from the experience I had earlier with the boy on the windowsill. Who knows? Maybe it was just a hallucination. It just looked all too real.
// * This story was inspired by @raura_auslly4ever 's "The boy in the attic" , you should check it out. Her stories are awesome! :) xx