I am being watched.
That was my first thought when I woke up, my heart racing as if I had been startled awake by something—or someone.
The room was dark except for the faint glow of moonlight seeping in through the curtains, but it felt... off. Like I wasn’t alone. My breaths came in shallow bursts as I scanned the shadows around me, searching for something, anything, that would explain the weird sensation crawling up my spine.
I swear I felt someone standing beside my bed. Watching me.
The logical part of my brain screamed, It’s just your imagination, Camila. Go back to sleep. But logic didn’t feel convincing when every hair on my body was standing on end.
I sat up slowly, my eyes darting around the room. Nothing. Just the faint outline of my desk in the corner, the pile of laun
