It Watches...

It Watches...




As I write these words in my journal I can see it watching me stil smiling
I don't know how long it's been here Iv'e lost track of time after it cut the power
in the basement, it really never harmed me but I know just as well as it does that as soon
as I turn around I'm dead, I first noticed three days ago when I was coming up from the basement and I noticed that the window I had opened was now closed I didn't think much of and supposed that the wind had blown the window shut; I tried to open it but it was stuck I went outside thinking there may be something stuck in the hinges but there was nothing I pushed it and it swung in easily I went back inside and the window was shut but this time there was something I say something because it was definitley not human I carefully approached and it was on the outside pressing it's face against the glass and it was grinning as if it knew there was no escape from it's gaze, I ran back outside
thinking it was one of those bratty kids trying to scare me but it was gone I went back and there it was again, those two eyes it had they were black and seemed to stare right into my soul even now I can feel them boring into my back and there was a mouth but very thin lips that curled upward into a cheshire grin, I wish it would stop watching me
everywhere I went, it looked like one those heads you see in a circus that follow you,
the next day it was still there and today I decided I had enough I grabbed a hammer from the shed and hit the window with all of my might... that glass should have at least cracked but instead the creature vanished and then the madness began it was in every window I would go to sleep with it watching me I would sit down to work at my computer like now and it watched me; I boarded up every window and it began snarling I took them down and it immediatley stopped I looked and it wasn't smiling anymore now it had a vicious animal glare and it bared it's teeth I was genuinley frightened. The door to freedom was baricaded from the outside. and even now as I write these words
I can hear it slowly creeping towards me ever so slowly we both know I don't have a chance but i'm not going to die without a fight
my trusty .45 automatic is fully loaded and ready to kill that son of a bitch... I'm posting this on my only source of public announcement, DeviantArt, hopefully my watchers will share this with everyone they know and a last peice of advice
if you ever see this face in your window leave before it's too late because you see... It Watches *BANG**BANG**BANG**BANG**BANG**BANG*


Written by carriefan007 a Creepypasta