Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-27027028-20150928215342

Hi. I need to ask you a question. But to answer this question, you must first hear my story. My name is Tom. You don’t need a last name. Anyways, my story starts like any story about a moody teenager starts. It all started on monday at school.

It went like any other day except I just had this nagging feeling something was wrong. I brushed it off, why would I care about it. the next day however it got a little worse. I felt like I was being watched even though there wasn’t anyone.

this progressively got worse and worse as the week went on. I started to see dark figures go around the corner just as I would enter a room. Another day I was looking in the mirror when I noticed how red my eyes were. Apparently I had been silently crying all day according to one of my friends.

The next day I was walking down the halls and I saw him. No. I saw it. Just standing there smiling at me. I walked the other direction. For some reason i just wasn’t scared of it. I saw it again, closer this time. I was a bit put off but still i wasn’t scared. It kept getting closer and closer throughout the day.

I went to a psychologist to make sure I wasn’t crazy. After what seemed like and probably was hours of talking he told me his guess would be chronic depression or insanity. It was a long walk home. It was even longer hearing that… that thing walk behind me. I could feel it breathing down my neck. I would glance back on occasion only to find its large white teeth right in front of my eyes.

The next day at school I would walk the halls wishing someone would ask me what was wrong. I just needed to tell someone about the monster following me. but no one ever did. Now here i am several days later with a loaded gun in my hand ready to just end it all. It leans in very close and whispers in my ear,”do it.” before I go I have one question to ask you. Have you noticed the monster that started to follow you?



  