Puddy’s Ghost

Elaine woke up with the strange sensation of being watched. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she scanned the room in the hopes that it was nothing but that, a sensation. But there, in the corner by the window, she could see a shape she didn't recognize.

Quickly, she turned on the small owl-shaped lamp on her nightstand. There was nothing to see by the window. But she still felt eyes on her. With her heart pounding and her eyes fixed on where the shape had been, she turned the light off again.

She slumped into the depths of her bed, attempting to ignore the feeling of the anonymous figure's watchful gaze outside. She would not succumb to its yearning, she would not exit the very sanctuary she now lay in.

She could sense that the figure was aware of her ignorance as it kept its eyes glued to her in the darkness. She could tell it wanted attention badly, whatever it was. After five minutes of this occurrence, it had vanished into the dark night.

She breathed a sigh of relief. Then she got out her phone and updated her socials. “You guys, this ghostie is totally obsessed with me! Can you blame him though? LOL SMH #poltergeistboyfriend”