I hate this feeling, the feeling of being watched, being followed. The feel of it is just slowly just eating me from inside, out. It makes me feel like I’m insane, looking around to see no one, nothing. But there is always this feeling of a presence there, lurking around me, as if it were taunting me. The sudden laughter never failed to make me tremble as the sound of a soft bell rung through my ears. My breath would get heavier and heavier as my mind would