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"I don't think this is gonna work out" you murmured, looking at your feet, your boyfriend -now ex boyfriend- staring at you with thoes wide eyes that made your skin crawl.
"What? Why?" He asked shocked
"BECAUSE YOURE CRAZY" you wanted to scream the way he watched you made your skin crawl, he was always right there. Right behind you as soon as you turn around. He always knew where you had been. Who you had been with. What you had been doing.
"I'm just... not emotionally ready, for a relationship right now" you said instead. He stared at you, unblinking.
"But babe-" he said trying to reason with you,
"Get out. Get out. Get out." You wanted to scream
"I just..." You sighed "I'm sorry, it's not fair to you" you lied instead. He left that night, after trying to reason with you for an hour
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--That was three weeks ago--
Everywhere you went you felt it, eyes.
Watching
watching
watching.
Everything you did, categorized and studied. The eyes were following you. Nowhere was safe, from their watch. For weeks you felt studied. Everywhere you went they were there always watching.
In your own bed you could feel being watched. The windows were closed, nope. The eyes were there, boring into your skin taking meticulous notes on how you got increasingly more skiddish, always watching for the eyes. And you always found them. The feeling of your skin crawling, goosebumps forming on your arms, the hair on the back of your neck standing on edge. It was constant
Watching
Watching
Wat
ching
They were always watching.
Until they weren't.
For one glorious day there were no eyes. No rustle of leaves while you walked on a deserted path, only the wind playing tricks on you. No goosebumps or hair on edge, only the crisp October air surrounding you. It was on purpose, they wanted you to feel safe. You let your guard down. You shouldn't have. But the eyes were gone. It should be safe right? Wrong. No where is safe. They're always watching.
You crawled into your bed. Bedroom door shut, the blinds drawn tight. And yet. And yet you could still feel the eyes, your glorious safety was gone.
Creak...
Creak...
Creak...
You heard it. Outside you door. There was a creak. No there was three of them. The floorboards, you thought. You were petrified, unable to move. To breathe. To think. You layed there stunned still, there was no sound you could hear other than your own heartbeat thudding in your ears.
Ba-thump
Ba-thump
Ba-thump
Ba-thump
Fast and unnatural, staggered and awkward. You felt your skin crawling. Like your bones were itchy. Like if you scratched hard enough you could tear the skin off your muscle and pull your bones out to get that pesky itch. But you couldn't move. Couldn't think. Couldn't brea-
Creak...
There it was again, this time you know it was there. Just outside the bedroom door.
-The doors- you thought, did I lock the doors? Of course you did. You always locked them. Right? Yes. Yes, you locked them. Why wouldn't you? There was no creak. The doors were locked of course-
Creak...
Silence. Cold. Unnatural. Eery silence.
Soft breathing. Was it yours? Was it a dream? No! Of course it was your breathing. Obviously. Who's else could it be? You live alone.
Alone
Alone
Alone
That was a feeling you missed. Being alone. You were never alone. The eyes made sure if that
Watching...
Watching...
Watching...
You looked around your room. The shadows on the ceiling taunting you. Dancing around.
Depictions of eyes. -Eyes that were always watching-
A hand. -a hand reaching to a door. Opening it-
Wait! No. That was your door. Your door was being opened. But how? You lived alone.
You couldn't move.
Couldn't breathe.
Couldn't think couldn't feel couldn't Move.
YOU CANT MOVE. WHY CANT YOU MOVE.
*HELP*
you wanted to scream. But you never were good at voicing what you wanted to say.
HELP I CANT MOVE!!
HELP THERES SOMEONE IN MY ROOM!
ANYONE HELP
Instead you laid there as our door creaked open
Creeeeaaaaakkkk...
Your door protested. As if screaming YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSSED TO BE HERE!!!
It didn't matter. You couldn't move. Completely frozen.
Then you felt it. The eyes.
They were in your room.
Why were they in your room?
"Babe?" A whisper ran through the otherwise silent air
"Babe" it called again, taunting you
"BABE" It called again. Growing annoyed
"listen...
Listen...
Listen..."
It echoed off the walls.
Then you saw them.
The eyes.
The ones that were watching.
*His* eyes.
"NO!"
You wanted to scream.
Instead you laid there, you couldnt move. Huh? That's wierd, you thought.
EYES!
Your thoughts were snapped back to the man standing in your doorway.
It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here
It's here It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here
It's here It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here
It's here It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here. It's here
The only thought bumping around in your useless skull.
"Baby" the eyes called out to you lovingly
No. There was no love here. Not love. Not. Love.
"Baby I missed you" it whispered, it's voice so soft.
"Baby it's me" the voice echoed again, mearly a whisper.
That's when you saw it. Lying there, on your back. Protected by the blankets. With the figure in the doorway. It was holding *it*.
It was hoding a knife.
"Baby. Don't you love me?" It called out. Sounding desperate
"Don't You Love Me?" It called out again, getting angrier
"I SAID DONT. YOU. LOVE. ME!?" it screamed,
Ba-thump
Ba-thump
Ba-thump
Funny. When did your heart start beating that fast. It felt like it was going to jump out of your chest.
Suddenly the figure got impatient. The knife was in its hand. Surrounded in shadow. The figure walked up to your bed. "Baby" it called out in a sing-song voice. "Baby. Wake up" it called out again. Wait. Was there a knife? Of course there was a knife. Its right th-
Wait. There's. No. Knife.
There's. No. Figure.
There's no creaking
TheresNoOneElseHere!
...
Your blood ran cold.
The eyes. Why are the eyes still here!? WHY ARE THE EYES STILL FOLLOWING ME!?
THEYRE SUPPISSED TO BE GONE
Anger replaced the terror now. The figure was gone. The eyes should be gone.
You glared around the room.
Wait. You can move.
Of course you can move. Why wouldn't you be able to?
You don't know. You've always been able to move.
Breathing heavily you stand up. Almost collapsing. We're your legs always this weak? You stumbled out of your room. Down the hallway.
Creak...
Creak...
Creak...
With every step. Your mind raced.
Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Eyes. Watching. Watching. Watching.
You couldn't think. Nothing But eyes. His eyes. Always watching.
You stumbled to the kitchen. Fumbling around. Then you saw it. Rope. Had there always been rope there? Hanging from the ceiling like that? Yes. Yes you think. They're always had. And with that chair under it. Just perfect.
You walked over, absentmindedly stepping up onto the chair, the rope securely around your neck. When you kicked the chair away your only thought was.
No more eyes.
He emerged from the bathroom. Walking over to your corpse. Handing "baby" he called affectionately, "I missed you" he called out, walking over and grabbing you, pulling you down from the road and slinging you over his shoulder, "I don't know why you wanted to leave me" he said with a laugh, "I love you" he said, his voice full of humor.
Down...
Down...
Down...
He went... To the basement. There was a basement?
He loves the basement, you can only get there through the hole in the wall.
Wait, What hole in the wall?
Never mind that. He carried you down.
Down...
Down...
Down...
To the room of the screens. Screens all over the walls. Watching. Always watching. They were connected to the cameras.
What cameras?
The ones in the vents of course. They were watching you! Keeping you safe! Keeping you his.
"We're going to have a splendid time" he said happily. Placing your limp body onto the chair next to him.
"Just you and me. Just you ... And me."