Never Alone: Followed by Shadows

 Chapter 3

 

Tony’s Journal Entry 2

The weirdest thing happened today. I was walking home from school, just trying to make it through the day like usual, when this feeling hit me, like a chill running down my spine. It's not the first time I've felt it—this unsettling, crawling sensation—but today, it was stronger. Much stronger.

It's like someone was following me, even though when I turned around, no one was there. At first, I brushed it off as nothing, a product of my overactive imagination. But the feeling didn’t go away. The air felt heavier, pressing against my back, urging me to look behind me. I kept walking faster, trying to shake it off, but the sense of being watched grew stronger with every step.

I kept telling myself that it was nothing. That I was just paranoid. Maybe I was, but the more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t ignore the feeling that someone—or something—was just out of sight, lurking in the shadows, watching me. It felt like I was being followed, even when no one was around. It wasn’t like the feeling was just in my head. It felt real. It was like the air itself was watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake.

I turned around again, trying to catch a glimpse of whoever—or whatever—was behind me. Nothing. Empty street. But I knew. Deep down, I knew. There was something there. I couldn’t shake it.

When I got home, I tried to forget about it, tried to tell myself I was just being dramatic. But it didn’t work. The feeling lingered, gnawing at me. What if I’m wrong? What if I’m not imagining it? What if someone’s really following me?

I keep telling myself that it's just the stress getting to me, that it’s nothing. But the thought doesn’t go away. What if something is happening that I can’t see? What if something’s already started, something I’m too blind to understand? I don’t know. I don’t know what’s real anymore.

It’s not just the feeling of being followed that’s bothering me, though. It’s that I can’t explain it. I’ve been trying to figure out if there’s any logical reason for it, if maybe I missed something, but I can’t. The more I try to brush it off, the more I feel like it’s something I should be paying attention to. Like it’s a warning. Or maybe I’m just getting too paranoid. It’s hard to say.

I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t keep ignoring it. I can’t shake the feeling that whatever’s happening, it’s only just beginning.

-Sheeza

P.S. This one’s a bit shorter, but here it is—on time! I hope you liked it. As always, I’d love to hear what you think in the comments below. Just a reminder, the Never Alone story is fictional and not based on real events. That said, outside of this story, I’d love to blog about real-life experiences that you’ve been through. If you feel comfortable sharing your own stories, feel free to reach out via email. Your stories could inspire future posts or even be shared creatively on this blog. Looking forward to hearing from you! (Chap 4 out tomorrow at 12pm PKT)