NOTE: This went with a prompt "Describe the feeling of being watched".
She walked down the street one dull, Friday night. Book bag in hand and wallet in the other, she strolled down Palm Street. Passerby after passerby waved to her with the occasional, "good evening". She nodded in response as she got the strange sensation that someone was watching her. She, being a self-conscious girl at that, pulled her hair in front of her face. She kept her eyes to the ground. Then-it might've been her being nervous—it felt as though the air grew thicker around her. Like a covering of some sort. She hoisted the bag of books higher and paced herself quicker.
I'm being stupid, she thought. Once I get back to my apartment, everything will be fine.
Yes, Her apartment! She forgot all about her apartment!
She looked around, bewildered.
Strange, she hadn't taken the street to her apartment. She didn't know where she was. Some old part of town. She thought airily, noticing the flicker of street lights.
Her skin crawled.
She examined the shrubbery for signs of someone watching her.
No one.
She was worried. And nervous.
And scared.
Why had she taken the wrong street? She always went the way to her apartment. It was a second nature to her.
And why, was the night so eerie? Pleasant Town was never a strange place to be.
It was pleasant. Always.
So what was the problem?
Maybe she wasn't in Pleasant Town anymore?
Maybe?
No, that wasn't it. She could see the city limits sign from here.
Was it the weather?
She looked at the clouds.
It was oddly cloudy for a summer night.
Especially since it rained this morning.
So what could it be?
Someone watching her? Some creep spying one her...No. She didn't like that thought.
Maybe this part of town was odd to her?
Yes, that must be it.
I've taken a wrong turn and am confused, she decided.
But deep down in her very gut, she knew that wasn't the case.
She knew her earlier theory had been right.
Someone was watching.
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