The eyes watch you as you walk, measuring your
every move. You know they're out there,
somewhere, and the thought is not comforting. You
speed up, slow down, go, but they're still there,
watching and waiting
A slight rustle to your left, grabs your attention, and
you spin -- only to find nothing. But they're there.
You move on, and the rustling begins again. Again
you stop, with the same result. You begin running,
fleeing, screaming...and then, no more.
