The boy that watches me at night from the dark corners of my room has started to bring a book and pen with him. Sometimes, I even see him scribble things into the book. I dare not ask him what he writes, because any time I try to talk to him, he gets really mad. I don't like the look he gives me or the way he screams when he's mad. Some nights, when I close my eyes to go to sleep, the boy whispers a name into my ear. Those nights scare me more than the rest. Those are the nights the boy leaves and goes to watch the person he names.
Tonight he's watching you...
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