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The first time she sensed his presence she was walking home from school. Passing by the old,run down park, she glanced up. Her eyes searching for the origin of the strange noise. Finding nothing, she continued her trek for home. From that point on, she knew he  was there. He watched her, stalked her, simply watching and nothing more, but it was enough. She tried telling her parents, and obviously they didn't believe her. "No one is watching you." they said, in voices so calm it was almost sickening. "It's only your imagination." Sickening, to say in the least. Time bore on, and it still watched her, (she asumed it was male). This went on for a few months, her sanity was almost shot, almost but no quit yet. This day she felt it worse than any other, she felt him studying her,watching her,waiting....for what? Alas,she had no answer to the question.The feeling of being watched burns, but at the same time it feels like ice.Today, it was so bad it felt like her spine was on fire.Siting in her room with her back to the window,she tried to ignore it. Finaly she couldn't take it, her anger burned within her, more intense than the fire in her spine. "How dare he!" She thought, "How dare he follow me and watch me, when I've done nothing to him!" She fumed silently, angry at the thing watching her "He's made me a fool! A laughing stock! No one trusts me now, they all think I've gone insane!" during this, the feeling of being watched grew stronger at each thought. At the last thought, she swung around to the window and all anger was chased away by another emotion: Fear. The beast that had been watching her was tall. Tall enough to reach her upstairs window, and have to lean down to peer in. He was thin too, as thin as a sapling, the same color too. The fur covering him was the brown color of decaying leaves, and wood. His fur (if you could call it that,) Was short and looked sharp, as if needles were painted brown and stuck in him as covering. He had large,black,watery eyes, blinking lazyly as if it were too much of a effort. Slowly he extended a long,bony,brown hand (more like claws,) through the window. The scream that tried to burst out of he throat, never made it out (to this day she doesn't know why.) Then something flashed in his hand, catching the light of the seting sun. It was her keys, the ones she lost in the park years ago. the creature blinked it's eyes lazyly, one last time before he let them drop on her bed. She stared,aw-struck at the keys for a moment, then looked back up at the window, but he was gone. Stealing away with the wispering wind.
SEE!!!!! I TOLD YOU I COULDNT DRAW!!! buuuuuuut I can write. muhahahhahaahaha*cough* anyway here's a spooky little drable for the first of october :iconhalloweenplz: muhahhahahaah*cough* ...oh just read it!!!! :iconhideplz:
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This is a very interesting story! The idea is interesting and fresh, (something literature is lacking badly these days). I would like to suggest something however. When dialogue begins, you will find in most writing that the quote will be moved to the next line with an indent, (for some odd reason DA won't let you just hit tab to indent :S), as if starting a new paragraph. This will not only make it easier to know who's speaking if you have multiple speakers, but will also break up the text a little bit, making it less hard on the eye.
I hope this doesn't seem too random :)
Keep up the good work! :D