It's hard for me not to stare, Even when your not near, The shadows stretch across the empty floor while silent whispers echo through the trees, A quiet pulse beats in the heavy wind, and phantom eyes look at you from the woods. You turn around to find a blank white wall, but still you hear soft footsteps in the hall, The crunch of dry twigs beneath your paws suddenly echoes, sounding far too loud in the damp, heavy silence of the woods. You freeze, your breath catching in your throat as the fur on the back of your neck prickles with an icy, unmistakable awareness. Between the dense, skeletal knots of the oak branches, the shadows don't just shift with the wind—they linger, anchoring a heavy, unseen weight right onto your chest. You can see the ember eyes, you can feel the absolute stillness of a predator waiting for you to take one more step. It's always watching, Watching you move, Making you tremble when u walk, It's always watching, Watching you run, Sending your fear, Aways watching you~uuuuu, U can feel it running on the ground, It's claws razor sharp, Following you wherever you go, Always watching you~uuuuu, (turn back), (it's not safe here) turn around u think, But too late it's circling u like prey, Panic spreads in you, You growl back at it, Hoping to scare it off, It's always watching, Always watching, So it's always watching, Always watching you, Watching you, So it watches, Always watching, Watching...
