The Watcher

He was watching her. She would get this funny feeling in the pit of her stomach and she knew that he was doing it again. It only happened at night when she was sleeping. When she looked, she couldn’t see anything obvious. Just subtle things like shifting his head to get more comfortable. She would get up and go to the bathroom or the kitchen to get a drink of water. Sitting for a while in another room just to get this creepy feeling to calm down. It just wasn’t right. This watching. Who does this sort of thing? What kind of person watches another person while they are sleeping and then tells them about it the next day? Giving blow by blow details of what they do while they are sleeping. It was getting harder and harder for her to sleep. Staying awake until she couldn’t stay awake any longer. Sleeping became almost impossible. She knew she had to do something. But what? How could she stop…

The Watcher?