Alr.. This is my first ever novel, idrk what I'm gonna write tbh, i just really like "horror" so i thought.. Why not try writing my imagination down.. Now then, here r things i would really like if u guys follow:

1) don't read it if u don't want to

2) if u hv nothing good to say, just keep ur mouth shut and go away

3) don't tell me what to do, imma write what i want to, but yeah ideas r wlcm

Lol i really don't think anyone will read these... Anyway, bybyee(* - -)

"Mom! Dad! I'm telling you, I'm not lying! Why don't u ever believe me?!"

said the 11 years old boy, Sebastian, in sheer frustration at the fact that his parents completely refuse to believe that there is SUPPOSEDLY someone (or maybe something) staring at their son

"Seb, if u don't go back to your room and sleep right this instant, u will be grounded for 2 whole week and u won't be allowed to go to the school picnic either!"

the mother said in a tired and annoyed voice, making Sebastian frown and pout at his parents' lack of trust, he then responded

"fine!! U don't want to believe me?! Don't!!"

And ran out of the room shutting the door loudly, making the father sigh, and as he entered his own room, he did not notice a pair of eyes... Staring at him from inside his closet.. In complete silence.

He ran and threw himself on his bed face front. Teary eyed as no one believed him

"how could they brush me off like that.. *sniff sniff* whatever i said is all true! My teachers and friends don't believe me.. Even my parents don't! *starts crying while burying his face in his pillow*

Sebastian continuously cried till he finally fell asleep.

At 2:43AM, Sebastian suddenly sat up on his bed, panting and sweating, he had a nightmare. A nightmare which became reality… When he finally noticed a shadow figure standing beside the bed.

He immediately scurried back to the opposite side.... Only to find another figure standing there.. Staring right at him.

He screamed and ran as fast as he could while shouting, calling out for his parents while crying, but heard no response from them at all. He banded at their door, but again no response; he then ran downstairs He looked back to see if they were after him; they weren't.. But someone.…Or something else was.

He ran and ran, but the corridor felt like it was growing longer and longer each passing second. He was nowhere close to the main door… When someone suddenly grabbed his foot and dragged him back… Into the abyss… From where he never returned...

No matter how much his parents looked for him the next morning.. No matter how much they regretted not listening to him.. They couldn't save their son.. Who was now at a place, they would never even hv imagined could exist in reality.

Alr y'all can stawp now, the story has ended, i am just trying to complete the word limit now... By the way, this story is based on my fear of being looked at. Lemme explain, basically when i go out, i feel like everyone is staring at me, even if no one is, i get that feeling, it's very uncomfortable and hard to shake off, ik it's just my imagination, but this is kinda what it's like in my head, my mom always tells me to stop being dramatic, my dad too, he says i should just ignore that feeling since it's not real anyways, as if it's that easy, it's in my head and i can't get it out no matter what someone says.. Wonder when they'd understand.. They probably never will tho.. Al nvm, bybyee ppl