The Gawkers

They stare, all day, every day. Wherever you are the little burdens follow you. Your brain is engineered to ignore them. I'm terribly sorry for giving knowledge of them, but you must know before you make the same mistake as I did. It's looking at me right now, as I write this it's dead yet curious stare looks in to my very own soul. Let me explain.

I call them The Gawkers. They are child like figures yet greatly deformed. Thin scrawny creatures that are pale with wide demonic yet very humanoid like eyes. They stare at you... no... they have been there since you first left the womb. From the day you took your first step, to the first day of school and even t'ill this day, they stare. Gawkers are fascinated by humans, that's why they eyeball you. They hide behind the smallest of things, look around the room and you've probably made eye contact with one. They are ALWAYS there.

I saw mine by accident of course. One day, after work I decided to sit back and enjoy some reading time. I sat down on my chair in my bedroom and that's when I heard it. Footsteps like ones of a child. I glared around the room, nothing. Again, footsteps though this time I caught something in the corner of my eye and did what any rational human being would do and looked for what I spotted. It was there, the small, frail humanoid of a creature, staring at me from behind the television. I freaked out, as any human would do when spotting such foul thing. I took a chance and threw my book at it, and bang. In a what seemed like milliseconds it turned to a blur, and only got closer. I went to bed that night, being watched and petrified knowing that I was not alone. For weeks I spotted it through my house, in the mirror while in the car, at work and so on. It's only then that I realised it was getting closer everyday. It's was at the end of the month that it finally made physical contact. It grabbed me and tugged on my pants but it only felt like a breeze. You see, gawkers are as light as a feather. It stares at me now, over my shoulder, inches away from my face, almost impossible to avoid eye contact. I can see its every detail, I go to sleep, only to open my eyes to the thing. I can feel its breathing yet it does not make a sound. It feels as though the gawkers is telling me something with those... eyes. Driving me insane, it knows WHO I am, I feel like my insanity only gets stronger the longer he burdens me. It's hair like a child, a short bowl cut... I wonder how long it will stay with me

So hear my plea, if you ever hear, see something abnormal, simply ignore it. It's not doing any harm, and I hopefully doubt that it ever will, it's only staring after all. It likes you, it enjoys watching you do human things. Just don't get aggressive, and most importantly, do not make eye contact.