The Werewolf and the Human

He's Staring At You

Jackie decided that the only way to get my attention was to discuss something I had barely mentioned. “Are you still concerned about this area?” Jackie asked me.

              Was I? “Yes, I am,” I told her. There was something clearly not right with what was going. I could feel it more than I could see it. There were details not right.

              “What are you still worried about?” she asked me. 

              I needed to make my words perfect. I needed to understand how to explain it to her, but I felt unable. My words were lost, and I wasn’t sure I could find it again. Still, I closed my eyes and tried to look around in my head. There was a block, though. Something was stopping me from seeing what was there. Something forced me to not be able to see. I didn’t know what it was, but something stopped me from really understanding. My mind seemed even more clouded than normal. I couldn’t give her a direct message, so the best that I could do was say, “Look around. Something is not right with this town.”

              She looked around for a few seconds when her eyes caught something that she found far more interesting than my conspiracy theory. “He’s staring at you.”

              “Who?” I asked her, not looking around because the truth was I didn’t want the answer.

              “The man. The one you had been staring at.” She was tilting her head toward him.

              I turned to look at him. “He’s not staring at me.” She probably just wanted me to look at him again. Why? I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to ask.