It could not have been much past 9pm when the feeling came over her. The feeling that she was not alone. It was a familiar feeling...but unsettling just the same. More often than not it was the effect of spending the evening alone watching old horror movies. This was different. She tried to get to sleep and just ignore the nagging idea that someone was there. Just out of sight...but there. Waiting for the perfect moment to make their presence known. Why? Who?
By the time 10:30 came ,She was not far from paranoid.She sprang from her Shaker style bed. This feeling she could no longer ignore was starting to consume her. She began to search her room...first under the bed. Then in the closet...nothing. As she turned toward the picture window A chill ran down her spine, Sure the presence was tucked between the open drapes and the wall. Grabbing the candle stick from the writing desk in the opposite corner of the room, She slowly crept toward the window, holding her breath as if it would not hear her coming. Of course it could hear her..even see her. She was beginning to regret this move to the country. There no one Would notice a struggle or even the screams of a woman being brutally attacked in the small hours. One step at a time she told herself. As the raised the candle stick and inched slowly fore ward She was certain this thing..or insane person would spring toward her using the drapes to blind and subdue her. One more step and she could reach the drapes, yank them aside and strike the intruder all in one fast move. Lunging fore ward and grabbing at the drapes she nearly fell through the window. As she frantically shuffled through the drapes she began to cry realizing there was no one there. She fell to her knees in a moment of fear and relief. Gathering her wits. She turned to look around the room again and realized that if there was someone there..even out side. They may still come for her.
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