Somebody's Watching Me Meaning Novels & Stories

But I know. Someone is watching me. And they do not want me to know why.

Draven points out. Even though he is telling me this I still have this gut feeling that someone is out there waiting and watching for the perfect opportunity to strike and take something. I am not sure what that something is but I am sure as hell watching everything little thing and person that is here.

“He's off to his office but carrying a gloomy atmosphere along his way.” They got my attention that my eyes were all of them. Trying to find idea what's going on and what keeps them like this, is all I want to know. “Someone is off of his office,” the girl beside me murmured. If someone's watching me in the middle of the group, I can say they might think I looked like a predator on the sea of people. Looking for a prey, for ones who put a name, is the one who'll took the bait. And I was just right after them, waiting them to spoil the beans.

Maybe he's a ghost. Yeah, crazy. “Nothing,” I answered. “And don’t call me creepy as if you know me. You look creepy, too. ” He let out a crisp laugh. "If you say so." He turned his back at me and slowly walked away while waving his hand, bidding goodbye. "I am watching you." What does he mean he’s watching me?

Then, slowly, I back away, my heart beating so fast I can barely breathe. I don't know if I'm going crazy. I don't know if someone's truly watching me. But I know one thing for sure...Someone's been here. And they want something from me or want me to do something.

But as the message opened, my eyes widened in shock as I read through everything; word for word and it read: “I just can't seem to watch you anymore. It is time to let you know that I am watching you, and if you tattle any of these things to Xaden, you will be done for. Why? I am always watching you. I am always with you.” These weren't ordinary words. They were threatening and the fact that I didn't have an idea of who it was and where the person was, watching me, made things seem scarier.

“I’ve been feeling like someone’s been watching me. Like... I keep seeing someone outside my school. A figure. And the car... It’s been parked outside my place for two days in a row. It doesn’t feel like a coincidence.” His face went pale, and a flicker of something dark passed across his expression. It wasn’t fear, exactly, but it was something close to it. Something I couldn’t name. “What do you mean ‘watching you’?” His voice was tight, controlled, and suddenly, the air in the room seemed heavier. “I don’t know. It’s just this feeling. I keep catching glimpses of someone, just standing there. Watching. It’s... unsettling. And the car, it’s been there every day for the past two days.”

“If you want me to.” “No, it depends on you. You can watch if you want to. But you can’t say or do anything to stop me,” I said. “Stop you from what?” “From doing what I am here to do,” I said. I looked around. I could sense something. “What are you looking for?” he asked. “Nothing. Just… Do you feel like you are being watched?” “Well, everyone is looking at you and me.” “Right. But not that. Something else…”

Still, the feeling didn’t fade. Someone had been watching me.

I've got stuff to do anyway. Unknown pov As I watch her leave her father's house, she doesn't realize she's being watched. Damn,this is going to be fun.