Walking down the street all alone. So lonely. No friends. No family. How did this happen? Why did this happen? What did I do?
I carried on walking down this familiar road, but yet it seemed different. The tarmac, the houses. Suddenly, darkness filled my mind and I was lost. Lost in this street. This world. I ran. I ran from the thing that was there, always there. The thing. The creature. Something was watching me. Always watching. From a tree, a bush, a window.
Those eyes. Those eyes that burn through the back of my head…
Jonathan Allen Holt