*trigger warning*
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I turn over in bed, my teddy bear clutched to my chest, the warmth it brings settles me into a comfortable position under the fluffy blankets. But something isn't right. I can feel it. I can feel the way the hairs on the nape of my neck stands on end. I can feel the shrill shudder run up my spine, as if someone is standing behind me. Watching me. Like a boogieman in the dark. Watching me with dark eyes. Waiting and waiting and waiting. My throat runs dry with fear and I try gulping it down, I try telling myself it's because of all the scary movies I watch while momma isn't home. I try reasoning with my beating heart to calm down, to rest easy, that this is nothing.
But it's as if a gaze is swept over me, looming, waiting, looking. My eyes flutter open slowly,
