It's funny, wouldn't you say, the power that words hold. Not just the spoken word, but these; words on a page, on a screen. You're sitting there, in your room, on the bus, in the library at school, and you think you're safe.
But you're not.
I can write anything here and make you believe it.
Can you feel it? The power of these words.
Can you feel the power in your chest, the clenching of fear around your heart?
That's me.
Can you feel the person standing on the other side of the room, watching you? Can you feel that chill down your spine, the hair on your neck stand on end as you realise you're not alone?
Can you sense them getting closer, feel the radiating malice get stronger as they take each step?
Can you sense their ill intent?
Go ahead, look behind you; I won't tell. It'll probably save your life after all.
No? You don't believe me yet?
Can't you feel the breath on the back of your neck? Warm and gentle, tickling as it moves those thin and whispy hairs at the base of your skull.
Can't you feel the movement of the air as their hand moves to grab you?
How do I know these things? Easy;
Because that's me.
I'm behind you~