Wake up. You have the feeling you're being watched. Wait for your eyes to adjust in the darkness. You turn on your bedside light. The dim light only reaches two corners of you room, the darkness fighting against it. You still can't shake that feeling. The feeling someone -or something- is watching you. You feel their eyes on you. Watching you, judging you, stalking you. You get up, throwing the light sheet over you. The air conditioning is freezing, goose bumps cover your arms. You shiver, the spasm all over your body. You start to look around your tiny room. In the closet, in each corner, under the bed, in the hallway, you even lift up your window shade slightly, peering into the starless night. Nothing. You still can't shake that feeling.
What is it?
Who is watching you?
Where are you? You scream. Whoever the hell you are, show yourself! No response. Just the echoing of you're own empty voice. There's just one place you forgot to look. You forgot to look up. You look up, eyes reluctantly moving to the ceiling. Oh God-
