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It was around midnight and I couldn’t sleep. I was restless and my mind wasn’t helping. I had been moved to a new part of the asylum because I had become a stubborn student. I no longer hid my talent. I was bored of the lessons and so I would make up babble about seeing dead people in the classroom. It was fun. So I was moved into solitary confinement a few hours earlier.

The good thing about solitary confinement was the privacy. I could move about without having to worry about disturbing the other person. Not that I would have disturbed the girl that I shared a room with because she was usually sleeping but it was weird to sit on her side of the room. I would constantly worry that she’d wake up and find me there and freak out. Though I doubted that would happen, I considered the consequences. When I imagine it, I can’t help but laugh.

I moved around the room but found myself lying on my bed once more. I turned over to face the wall. It was dirty. Looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a few years and the paint was peeling. Disgusting.

That was when I felt it.

That feeling of someone watching you. You can’t see it but you can feel it. It’s very distinct. A shiver runs up your spine and then your mind starts spinning as you freak out. Who could be watching you? And why would they be watching you?

Normally I’m used to it. At home I had people watching me and I knew it. But not when I was in solitary confinement when I supposed to be, you know, solitary.

I didn’t let my breathing get out of control. I stayed calm even though my mind was reeling. Most people will close theirs eyes and pretend it’s not there, hoping it will go away. But I know that won’t help. I’ve experienced it enough to know that there’s no helping it. The only way to get over the fear is to face it. Like my favorite quote:

“Fear not what is unseen for fear will do far worse than the unseen.”

So I decided to face my fear. I turned my head. Some people will try to speak and say things like “hello?” or “is someone there?”. But that is useless. Whoever is watching you will most likely not be there to strike a conversation with you so why try to talk?

I turned completely around. In front of me were two yellow glowing eyes. They made my heart jump a beat. I could hear breathing. I knew that whoever was there was not human but was not dead either. It was undead. The undead are far more scary than the dead because they are evil. And whatever was watching me was evil. I sat up and stared in the direction of the eyes. They pierced into mine. I knew that whatever it was didn’t know that I could see it. Not many people have my gift.

So I pretended to lose interest. I looked at my hands. But I kept my attention on the eyes. If they came closer I would protect myself.

But they didn’t. They never moved from my eyes.

I looked back up to the eyes and I saw them quiver with uneasiness. Inside I smiled. It must be strange to be invincible and have someone staring directly into your eyes. This evil, whatever it was, was not here to hurt me. It was angry but not with me. I wasn’t surprised that it was angry in this place. It’s hard not to be.

I continued to stare until my eyes began to sag. No matter how hard I tried to keep myself awake, I would fade in and out of consciousness. Then everything was black.

A bright light brought me back to reality. I opened my eyelids and the sunlight hit me like a ton of bricks. I immediately closed my eyes and turned my head away. Then the memory of the night before hit me and my eyes snapped open. The eyes were gone. There was no trace of whatever it was that was watching me. I slowly sat up as my eyes adjusted to the light. The room was much dirtier than I thought. From what I could see, there were blood marks on the wall that were badly covered by a grey paint coating.

The room reeked of an evil aura. It sent shivers up my spine. It was the same evil that I felt when I saw the eyes. Maybe this room was the reason why I felt the evil and not the eyes. I couldn’t be sure though.

There was a knock on my door. I didn’t speak. I heard the jingle of keys and the room was unlocked. A husky woman stepped in and told me that breakfast was in a few minutes and to get ready. Then the door was slammed closed again.

I went into the trunk at the end of the bed and fished out my day clothes which just consisted of a white gown. I washed myself with the basin of water and a washcloth. I combed through my knotted hair. There was no mirror but it made no difference to me. If I looked at myself I would just see someone I didn’t want to be and that is unbearable to look at.

I exited my room. The outside tile was cold on my bare feet. But they never gave us shoes so I had to get used to the cold. I slowly made my way to the cafeteria as people hustled past me. I didn’t understand why they wanted to get there so quickly. They always got the same place to sit and there was enough food to go around.

I felt it again. That sensation of someone watching me. But this time it was different. I turned around. Dr. Kelso was standing there. His eyes had that creepy look again. I felt a stomach churn. I really hated that man. Pervert, I thought. I hurried and got to the cafeteria. That was my escape from the Great Doctor.

Description
It was around midnight and I couldn’t sleep. I was restless and my mind wasn’t helping. I had been moved to a new part of the asylum because I had become a stubborn student. I no longer hid my talent. I was bored of the lessons and so I would make up babble about seeing dead people in the classroom. It was fun. So I was moved into solitary confinement a few hours earlier.

The good thing about solitary confinement was the privacy. I could move about without having to worry about disturbing the other person. Not that I would have disturbed the girl that I shared a room with because she was usually sleeping but it was weird to sit on her side of the room. I would constantly worry that she’d wake up and find me there and freak out. Though I doubted that would happen, I considered the consequences. When I imagine it, I can’t help but laugh.

I moved around the room but found myself lying on my bed once more. I turned over to face the wall. It was dirty. Looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in a few years and the paint was peeling. Disgusting.

That was when I felt it.

That feeling of someone watching you. You can’t see it but you can feel it. It’s very distinct. A shiver runs up your spine and then your mind starts spinning as you freak out. Who could be watching you? And why would they be watching you?

Normally I’m used to it. At home I had people watching me and I knew it. But not when I was in solitary confinement when I supposed to be, you know, solitary.

I didn’t let my breathing get out of control. I stayed calm even though my mind was reeling. Most people will close theirs eyes and pretend it’s not there, hoping it will go away. But I know that won’t help. I’ve experienced it enough to know that there’s no helping it. The only way to get over the fear is to face it. Like my favorite quote:

“Fear not what is unseen for fear will do far worse than the unseen.”

So I decided to face my fear. I turned my head. Some people will try to speak and say things like “hello?” or “is someone there?”. But that is useless. Whoever is watching you will most likely not be there to strike a conversation with you so why try to talk?

I turned completely around. In front of me were two yellow glowing eyes. They made my heart jump a beat. I could hear breathing. I knew that whoever was there was not human but was not dead either. It was undead. The undead are far more scary than the dead because they are evil. And whatever was watching me was evil. I sat up and stared in the direction of the eyes. They pierced into mine. I knew that whatever it was didn’t know that I could see it. Not many people have my gift.

So I pretended to lose interest. I looked at my hands. But I kept my attention on the eyes. If they came closer I would protect myself.

But they didn’t. They never moved from my eyes.

I looked back up to the eyes and I saw them quiver with uneasiness. Inside I smiled. It must be strange to be invincible and have someone staring directly into your eyes. This evil, whatever it was, was not here to hurt me. It was angry but not with me. I wasn’t surprised that it was angry in this place. It’s hard not to be.

I continued to stare until my eyes began to sag. No matter how hard I tried to keep myself awake, I would fade in and out of consciousness. Then everything was black.

A bright light brought me back to reality. I opened my eyelids and the sunlight hit me like a ton of bricks. I immediately closed my eyes and turned my head away. Then the memory of the night before hit me and my eyes snapped open. The eyes were gone. There was no trace of whatever it was that was watching me. I slowly sat up as my eyes adjusted to the light. The room was much dirtier than I thought. From what I could see, there were blood marks on the wall that were badly covered by a grey paint coating.

The room reeked of an evil aura. It sent shivers up my spine. It was the same evil that I felt when I saw the eyes. Maybe this room was the reason why I felt the evil and not the eyes. I couldn’t be sure though.

There was a knock on my door. I didn’t speak. I heard the jingle of keys and the room was unlocked. A husky woman stepped in and told me that breakfast was in a few minutes and to get ready. Then the door was slammed closed again.

I went into the trunk at the end of the bed and fished out my day clothes which just consisted of a white gown. I washed myself with the basin of water and a washcloth. I combed through my knotted hair. There was no mirror but it made no difference to me. If I looked at myself I would just see someone I didn’t want to be and that is unbearable to look at.

I exited my room. The outside tile was cold on my bare feet. But they never gave us shoes so I had to get used to the cold. I slowly made my way to the cafeteria as people hustled past me. I didn’t understand why they wanted to get there so quickly. They always got the same place to sit and there was enough food to go around.

I felt it again. That sensation of someone watching me. But this time it was different. I turned around. Dr. Kelso was standing there. His eyes had that creepy look again. I felt a stomach churn. I really hated that man. Pervert, I thought. I hurried and got to the cafeteria. That was my escape from the Great Doctor.