The WatchersThe Watchers are after me. They crave my fear. Sometimes I hear them coming in the door and making noises. You’ll even catch one scurry through the hall occasionally.
I pretend to ignore it but I can’t help but fear that they will soon get me.
The smell of blood scares them off. A little bloodshed never hurt anyone. Ancient civilizations used to think they could bleed patients back to health- bloodletting. There is something rather smart about that.
Sometimes, on the darkest nights, they are in the house. I can’t sleep on those nights. If I do, they are sure to get me.
I don’t know why the Watchers take such an interest in me; maybe because I have so much to lose.