Friday, 21 February 2014
You know that feeling you keep getting, the feeling that you are being watched? That certainty that someone else is in the room with you, even when you know there is not?
And those times when you experience the sensation of fingers running lightly through your hair, then wipe your hand across your scalp thinking you might dislodge an insect, only to find there is none... but the sensation lingers?
Those small movements, shadowy movements, right on the very edge of your peripheral vision, haven't they been more frequent lately?
All those nights when tiny sounds have dragged you from slumber, only to be replaced by cold silence the moment your eyes open, doesn't the fear trickle down your spine as you stare into the darkness?
I am the watcher, the toucher, the shadow, the bringer of fear.
Soon things will change. I only passed over very recently, and I'm still learning. When I've had a little more practice you won't even know I'm here at all.
But I will be...
©2014 Stephen. J. Green.