She always felt like someone watched her, whether in her house or outside. Always felt the eyes of a stranger staring at her. Maybe she was a just a little paranoid; that’s what her family told her anyway.
Late in the afternoon and she sat–on an old broken park bench with a book in her hand, so absorbed that she did not notice the silence. It was never silent in this part of town because of the highway across the street. The wind began as a small whirl, turning into a loud roar; this got her attention; looking up from her book she took note of the silence and thought “Weird”. Tilting her head to the side she tried to hear something-anything: only to come up with nothing. The air seemed to thicken as she did this, which made her fidget. The wind brushed lightly against her cheek making her jump; “Hello?” she called out. No reply came, which made her think it was just her imagination. Then she heard, “Mary,” her name, a whisper so soft it could have been mistaken as the wind whistling. She felt hot air; a breath down her neck making her freeze, “Mary,” she heard again and realized that she should leave. Up from her seat with a jolt she took off running–running away, running into the woods--. Looking around, she became aware that it was dark; how long was I sitting on that bench? The snapping branches behind her immediately terrified her more! She took off–running faster then she ever had before only to trip over some tree roots. “I can hear you,” the voice said again, “there’s no point running away.” Trying to get up, she noticed that her foot was stuck and begun to pull and break the roots and branches of the tree. Pulling her foot out, she breathed a sigh of relief when she got it free; only to scream when she felt a hand touch her shoulder, “found you.” She slowly turned around to face a pair of steel, cold, gray eyes before everything went black.
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