The Horrible Thing That Slipped Through My Window One Night
But what is it? asked a voice inside his head. There's no roller-coasters in sight and you haven't been asked to do a book report for months, so what is it?
Tom didn't know. Except... maybe it felt like something was watching him? He had heard people, some of them his closest friends, swear that they could feel it when somebody was staring at them, but Thomas Feldon had always thought the idea was ludicrous; he was somewhat imaginative, and he certainly believed in the supernatural, but mostly he was practical. The thought of someone being able to "intuit" a stare was [i]not[/i[ practical. But all the same, that was what it felt like.
He slowly looked into the woods on either side of him, seeing nothing but a spider web of leaves and branches woven through tree trunks; hearing nothing now, but the sound of the cool breeze. All at once, a sharp pain pierced his gut. A long moan escaped him and he slowly slid out of the chair, gripping his ribs with crossed arms. Sweat stood out on his forehead, and for a horrible ten seconds it felt as though something was going to burst from inside of him.
But then it was gone.
Tom tried to stand up, puked grey-pink lumps of half-digested food onto the ground, and then collapsed onto it, drenching his yellow T-shirt. He didn't think he'd be going to Rick's party after all.
Tom didn't know. Except... maybe it felt like something was watching him? He had heard people, some of them his closest friends, swear that they could feel it when somebody was staring at them, but Thomas Feldon had always thought the idea was ludicrous; he was somewhat imaginative, and he certainly believed in the supernatural, but mostly he was practical. The thought of someone being able to "intuit" a stare was [i]not[/i[ practical. But all the same, that was what it felt like.
He slowly looked into the woods on either side of him, seeing nothing but a spider web of leaves and branches woven through tree trunks; hearing nothing now, but the sound of the cool breeze. All at once, a sharp pain pierced his gut. A long moan escaped him and he slowly slid out of the chair, gripping his ribs with crossed arms. Sweat stood out on his forehead, and for a horrible ten seconds it felt as though something was going to burst from inside of him.
But then it was gone.
Tom tried to stand up, puked grey-pink lumps of half-digested food onto the ground, and then collapsed onto it, drenching his yellow T-shirt. He didn't think he'd be going to Rick's party after all.