Night whispers

I keep having these dreams make it stop make it stop make it stop

The shape

I've never mentioned this before, but sometimes, when I wake up from one of those dreams about the whispers, I see a dark shape at the foot of my bed.

It's hard to make out any details. Something tells me I wouldn't like what I saw if I could.

Busy

Been a while, hasn't it?

I've been busy lately. I've had a lot going on in my life, even though I'm done with my college classes for the year. Mostly I'm going crazy figuring out what the deal is with the stranger who keeps staring at me.

I've filed stalking complaints to the college staff, but the stranger is never there when anyone else is.

Point is, the stranger has shown up several more times since I last posted here, and each time, although I somehow know it's him, there's something different about his face that I can never seem to pin down.

I haven't taken any more photos. Something tells me that would be a very bad idea.

Camera

I ended up buying a camera from the local electronics store. My phone has a camera, but the quality's garbage. It's more of a novelty than anything else, really. It's pretty cheap, but it does video, so I guess that's a plus. Not super important, though. The main thing is that I wanted to see if I could take a picture of the stranger and see if I could show it to someone else, or at least review it myself.

When I took a picture of the stranger, I realized I had forgotten to turn the flash off. It wasn't like he didn't see me already, though, so I figured it wasn't a big deal.

The weird thing is that he didn't blink when I took the picture, and come to think of it, I don't think I've seen him ever blink.

Then he walked away, really slowly, staring at me the entire time until he moved too far away to see me.

I think the flash ended up totally blurring out his face, because it just looked blank when I looked back at the picture I took.

The stranger's face

I saw the man staring at me again. This time, he wasn't standing by the street corner like he was last time. Instead, he was standing right beside an old oak tree.

The stranger's face looked different somehow, but I couldn't place it. I mean, for all I knew, he was a different person- I'm bad with faces, and a total stranger standing a ways away from me at night isn't going to look incredibly distinct. But I knew it was the same person. Something about the cold intensity of his gaze felt like he was the same watcher as before.

There was still something wrong about the stranger's face, but I still didn't know what.

Watcher

I often look outside my window at night. Last night, I saw a man looking back.

I was really startled for some reason. There was something wrong about him. I don't know what exactly. He was just a guy in a suit, but something about his face felt wrong.

He stood there for a solid ten seconds, just staring at me. Eventually, I felt freaked-out enough that I looked away. When I looked back, he wasn't there anymore.

The night

I've always liked nighttime. It's a problem sometimes, honestly- there have been times when my love of staying up late has caused me to inadvertently pull an all-nighter, left me waking up at 4 in the afternoon, or just made me so sleep-deprived I'd wake up in the middle of class the next day and realize I'd fallen asleep.

Point is, I'm a night owl. I enjoy staying up late. Something about nighttime feels... comforting, I guess. Occasional creepy dreams aside.