Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25987073-20150210212109

The Man who Watches

 

It was a cold winter day on december 8 1999, I was a kid back then.I remember waking up on thursday morning, I think I woke up at at 6:15.I went to school as normal with my dad dropping me off. My mom was at work,I had a best friend named Jake. I was in the middle of the small pale white room with teens chattering at each other. Minutes later my teacher, Mr.Phillips walked in the door, about 15 minutes after sitting at my desk listening to my teacher explain my lesson I heard a crunch outside, it scared me a little. I was fine though at that time though, I had thought it was a squirrel. Later that day there was a note sitting on my desk. It said “I’m always watching.” with handwriting that came from a computer, probably printed out by my friends to scare me. After it was time for lunch I went up to my friend Jake I asked him why he put that note on my desk. He said “What are you talking about.” in a serious tone. That meant he didn’t put the note there because when he got serious he didn’t lie.

Later that day my mom picked me up from school, asking me how my day was. I said “Same old’ Same old’.” Later after dinner when I was lying in my oak wood bed with red covers, I felt like I was being watched so I looked at my door to see if my mom or dad were looking at me to make sure I was in bed. But to my surprise there was no one there,still I had that overbearing feeling I was being watched. I just drifted off apparently thinking about other things. In the morning I saw it was 10:15, I rushed to my door and without the slightest bit of reluctance threw it open. As I desperately sprinted to my parents door while throwing on my clothes I realised it was still dark out. I said to myself “My clock is broken.” but as I creeped back into my bedroom I heard a bloodcurdling scream. It was my mother, as I ran back to my mothers room I pushed the door inward and saw the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. My mother….dead on the her bed, sprawled out across it. Her intestines were smeared across the walls with pools of blood on the floor around her bed. I ran as fast as I could to the phone and called 911, minutes later they arrived with policeman breaking the door down where it stood. I screamed at the top of my lungs for help while sobbing on the floor uncontrollably. I was later sent to my dad’s house for for care while the police investigated the crime scene. Later in the passing weeks police came to my house to ask me if I had anything to help support the case. I politely said “No, sorry.” that day day at school I got another note on my desk same as the other one but was smeared with a little blood. I almost had a heart attack looking at it for the first time.

It was the new year 2000, 1 week after I got my second note, I received a third one saying something different this time….it said “In a world where you have no eyes, you can see all.” the note was smeared with even more blood than the last….it was completely red. I went home later that day with a chill down my spine. I had already shown the second note to the police. Then the third, that day was one of the worst day of my life…...because later that day I decided to ask how my dad was doing and what he had done that day…..I turned the knob silently as I push inward on the door…..It scared me for a second but I thought I heard a muffled scream from inside the room. I slammed the door against the wall, I screamed…...my father was getting his throat cut by a naked man with a pale gray beard. The man looked at me, and that was the most disgusting  thing I had ever seen…...he had no eyes just moistened sockets with raw flesh inside. Staring at me, knowing exactly where I was. With a old raspy voice he said two words “Always watching.”, I never got another note again and I went on with my life as an orphan living with my Uncle Brendan and my Aunt Marguerite.   