Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24996913-20140727053718

We all have felt like we were being watched. Maybe it was while you were walking down a darkened hallway. Perhaps it was during a trip to the bathroom as you stared at the closed shower curtain ahead of you. You felt that sensation. A sensation that gnaws at you and secretes paranoia. But, I don't believe it's paranoia. No, it's much worse than that.

See, I have a theory. A theory most would immediately rule a conspiracy. See, I believe those sensations are never without a cause. You know the feeling you get while walking down a poorly lit alleyway on a friday night after parting ways with your entourage? That feeling... It's our radar. Our radar telling us we are in danger. From what? It depends. It could be a mugger. Sure. A rapist. Maybe. A serial killer. Perhaps. But, sometimes it's something much more horrifying.

Some say the greatest evil is unexplained. It lurks in the darkness, feeding on your paranoia as you look around the room for an explanation. Most of the time, their is an explanation. They make it that way. They'll easily corrupt the air conditioner or trigger a flicker of the lights to ease your mind. They want you to believe they aren't there.

The moment you believe in them... They take you out before you can spread the word. Before you can ruin their survival. They need your paranoia. They tear into it, licking their fingers once they've devoured it.

I wanted to write this to warn you. I know they're after me. I can feel it in my gut. Your instinct is never wrong. I sleep with all of my lights on but they have been toying with me for days now. The blueish rings under my eyes confirm I need to sleep. I. Need. Sleep. But, every time I close my eyes, I feel them. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up, and chills move down my arm in unison.

Right now, I'm fighting the urge to turn around. If I do, I know what's going to happen. They don't like when you see them. Since I haven't slept in days, my eyes work differently. It's like a dream state. I can see things that you can't see fully functional. From my peripheral vision, I see the silhouette of one now. They're dark, gnarled creatures. Taller than any human being I've ever seen. It's scratching at the walls, viciously. It wants me to look at it.

But, I have to warn you out there. These-things... They may feed on your paranoia, but they are usually out of sight by the time you turn to look at them. The danger comes when they know you know they're there. Please, tell my mother I said I am sorry. I have to look at it....

It's staring at me. It's eyes are- it doesn't have any. Just deep, dark sockets. It's coming towards me. I-I'm sorry... 