Watching

I push out my last cigarette for the night. It’s late, I’m tired and I need to sleep. I hear the sound again, rustling, something unsettled, maybe unsettling. I look around but it’s dark. Too dark to see anything in detail, just shapes, shadows, unrecognizable forms along the ground and in the trees. I hear it again but can’t determine where the sound is coming from. I feel the hair stand up on the back of my neck and my heart pounding. Something’s not right. I turn and walk as quick as I can back to the garage, distancing myself from the possibility of whatever could be out there. A feeling comes over me as if at any moment something will appear, grabbing, attacking me from behind. Of course, none of that happens. Sounds in the dark are nothing more than that, just sounds. There is no evil lurking, no creature stalking you, it’s all imagination. An unjustified fear of nothing.

I press the button, turn around and watch the garage door closing. I feel time stop as all feeling rushes from my body. Standing there, in the garage entrance . . . is something. Long slender arms, legs and torso. Its nude, sickly pale skin quivering in waves, like something crawling beneath. A face void of definition, almost featureless. Eyes staring directly at me, it cocks its head slightly to the right. As the door closes further, it squats down, looking, watching. I don’t move. Can’t move. It leans forward, eyes fixed, down on its hands and knees, watching. Now lying prone, neck extended, side of its head flat against the pavement, eyes peering through the last inches of open space until the door is fully closed.

I’m ready to throw up as I run in to the house. This can’t be real. Jesus Christ, what was that thing? Over and over I tell myself it was just my imagination, my mind playing tricks on me. Lack of sleep, stress. But those eyes, the way it looked at me, I can’t get that out of my head.

I spend a couple hours repeatedly checking to make sure all the doors are locked. Looking out the windows. Nothing, just the dark. It’s gone, whatever it was. I just need sleep. Need to sleep.

Tossing and turning, I’m wide awake. I’ve never been this afraid. My mind won’t stop. I know it wasn’t real, can’t be real. I’m so cold. I squeeze my eyes closed, pulling the blanket up around my ears as I roll to my side.

A soft, high pitched voice shatters the silence.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?”

Oh my God it’s in here. I can’t breathe . . . can’t scream . . .

“I like to watch you sleep.”

I roll on to my back, swallow hard and open my eyes. There it is, at the side of my bed, standing over me.

“What? Wh-when have you wa-watched ma-me sleep?” The words choke but I’m somehow able to speak, although only a whisper.

Its slender arm bends, raises a hand from the floor and lays it on my chest.

“I’ve always watched you sleep.”

90 thoughts on “Watching

  1. universe fireflie

    hmm…. all i can think here is that this… creature is the thoughts that accompany me when i sleep. My worries and anxiety. Always watching over me. Making sure i don’t rest in peace.
    Goddamn it!!!

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  2. As always creepy, you never fail to give me chills.
    Back then when I used to get high I always had this feeling. I always had this fear of having someone, thst could be anywhere, my kitchen, closet, behind the door. I would frewuently check the lock. But this fear wasnt of some paranormal thing. It was of a real.person. It felt so insecure that I couldnt go in crowds, I was always watching my back walking alone.
    I took a long break, and here I am back again, except for some one or two things, one of them.is your stories. This one was so creepy that it reminded me of how I once used to be.

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  3. I have that feeling all the time, and freak myself out imagining a figure standing where it shouldn’t, late at night, in my driveway, or under the trees. You nailed how it might feel there. The watching you sleep part – thanks for the extra!

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  4. Hell, this is creepy! I was reading this with all my lights off I had to quickly turn it on ‘cause I got so scared while I read this story lol. Ugh, but i loved this. The effect of your piece to me is so intense, which only goes to show how amazing of a writer you are. Well done 👏☺️

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      1. thereckoning12

        It certainly is easier to be fearful…althoigh I’m more curious than scared about other dimensions.. .I’m a fan of sci-fi and fantasy and as I read your story i thought of stranger things…so props to you!

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  5. It’s utterly benign, Watson. How can you say such a thing, Holmes? Elementary my dear Watson. Consider the evidence. The creature says, “I always watch you sleep” and we can but assume the protagonist is hale and hardy from the description. Therefore, the creature has been watching our protagonist sleep since he was born. One could go further and claim that the creature is a protector. Indeed Holmes, brilliant deduction.

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