Short Semi-horror stories

The Watcher

I was always told I'd be just a watcher. On the sidelines. Now, I prove those people wrong. I do watch occasionally, but I always act. I've been watching this one for a while now. A 15-year-old boy. He wasn't born a boy but he is now. He's been home alone for a few hours now. His 18-year-old sister? At prom. His parents? Night out with friends. He's been alone since about 6:30. It's 11:25 now. Today isn't the only day I've watched. I watch him most days. At school, at home, sleeping, you name it. But for now I'll just watch. He was watching TV earlier and he heard the dogs bark. That was probably my fault I wasn't as careful as I usually am. But he tried to get them inside. Only one of them came. The shortest, a beagle named Molly. He got a little frightened when he couldn't find the other two. He started frantically texting his mother. He was close to crying when he eventually did find them. He put on his comfort sweater. Which I'm assuming it was since he sang a little song about it. Then he turned on a YouTube channel called Dead Meat. They make kill counts for horror movies. He somehow finds comfort in them. He let the dogs back out, because the youngest of the dogs, a pit bull named Doobie, was messing with Molly. Equipped with 2 knives, one a pocket knife and the other from the kitchen, he continued his watching of YouTube and I continued my watching of him. He would get a little freaked every now and again thinking he heard a noise. I try my best to stay quiet but sometimes the dogs rat on me. He got up of the couch and yawned. He let the dogs back in and put Molly and Doobie in there respectable places. Molly in her sisters room, Doobie in a crate. The third dog Deuce also slept in a crate but it didn't have a door so he was free to go in and out of it. He gave all three of them a great and unlocked the door. Why was he unlocking it? No leave it locked. Oh wait, his parents asked him to do that. He turned of all the lights and went to his room. He left the hallway light on and went to the bathroom. That's the only place I don't watch. That's inappropriate for me to be watching him in there. But now he's in bed laying down typing. I wonder what he's typing about. But now's not the time to wonder. I have a job to do. Tonight's the night. Yesterday, the poor boy cried the first 3 hours of school because of his mother. He won't have to cry because of her anymore. I already took care of his father, who was just as bad. Now it's her turn. I'll be waiting for when she gets here. For now, I'll watch him and make sure he's safe. That's all I want for him.

The end.