The eyes that follow. Down the hall I deeply swallow. Is something trying to hurt me? What are they trying to tell me? The eyes that follow just beyond my bedroom door. Do I dare to follow in horror? I feel dizzy. Quick has something stricken me? The phantom questions that are neither seen nor heard. I dare to question every spoken word. Am I among the living? What am I seeing? Apparitions appear to me. They are sending a message apparently. They infiltrated my mind, body, and soul. I used to take refuge in my home. Now everything seems different. Tell me who or what sent this. My body has been taken over. All I hear or see my system can not recover. The eyes that follow have not released me. Now my feet have hit the ground fleetingly. As I try to flee. The eyes that follow so evenly. I have finally made it out. The eyes that follow will they ever find out?