Hurts Like Heaven

You know the tingle you get up your spine when you know you're being watched? The unshakeable notion that somewhere, someone or something is staring at you although you can't see them.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Thoughts of something sinister lurking nearby flooded me. I've had too many bad experiences not to be alert. I told myself that nothing was going on, to stop being paranoid.

I looked up and down the hallway. The lights flickered. Then I saw him.

I hadn't a clue as to who he was. But I knew what he was right off the bat. He cocked his head to one side slowly and then raced towards me. So I did what any sane person would do.

I ran.