Somebody's Watching Me Meaning Novels & Stories

Like someone was watching me. “Who’s there?”

Who is watching me from the shadows? I can feel their eyes and their presence, I can feel someone. I don’t know who, or what, but I know there’s someone there. There’s someone there. Or, there’s something there. I’m not alone. Someone is out there waiting for me. Someone is out there watching me. And right now, they’re watching me.

Is someone watching me right now? I check everywhere, the corners of the ceiling, the bookshelf, behind the mirror. I even drop to the floor and look under the bed frame, my heart thudding against my ribs. Nothing. Just this one camera. But one is enough. More than enough. Someone has been watching me. Watching Ezra. Watching everything. What the fuck is going on.

She tried to subtly look around to see if she could see anyone watching her, but no one was in sight. A thought came to Naomi and she messaged Lottie Naomi: Hey. Could a seer ‘monitor’ a specific person? Lottie: How do you mean? Naomi: I feel like I am being watched whenever I am outside but I cant see anyone and right now I am in the hospital carpark and it’s really open so I don’t know how anyone could be hiding. Lottie: Ah got you. You mean like could they tune in like a TV channel. Channel Naomi. Remote viewing?

They seem to be having a normal conversation, nothing threatening or suspicious. The whole time I'm watching, I can't shake the feeling that someone is watching me too. Every few minutes, I turn around quickly, scanning the area behind me for any sign of movement. But I never see anyone. Still, the feeling persists, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. It's like they're always one step ahead, always knowing where I am and what I'm doing. The person who attacked me yesterday made it clear that I'm being monitored, that every move I make is being observed and reported back to Coach Margaret.

Oh my God. My breathing quickened. Among the photos, there was a white sheet of paper, printed, unsigned, no letterhead. Just a message in black letters: “You’re being watched all the time. Your actions are monitored. You won’t always be surrounded by people. Always protect yourself.” A chill ran down my spine. I immediately turned toward the office window, with the absurd feeling that someone was watching me from there. Outside, all I could see was the curtain of rain and the blurred lights of the city.

"What's wrong?" "Someone's watching us." She looks where I'm pointing, but by the time she does, the figure is gone. "I don't see anyone." "They were there. I felt them." Nova looks worried. "Maybe you're just tired. The first shift messes with your senses." Maybe she's right. But I don't think so. Someone was watching me tonight. Someone powerful. And something tells me they're not done watching.

As he heads down, I glance at myself in the mirror again. My eyes are red. But there’s something else. A shadow behind me. Fleeting. Gone when I turn. I’m not crazy. But I am being watched. And I’m going to find out by who… or what. Even if it kills me.

But I still felt it. That someone was watching.

Whole. Until a shadow stretches across the garden below. Slow. Intentional. And I know, without moving, that someone is watching me.