Watcher
Me and my family recently moved into a new house. As soon as I entered, it instantly felt like home. Despite that though, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. Like I was being watched.
I was watching television late one night. It was a pretty normal day like any other. Everyone was fast asleep and the only sound was my TV. I paused my show and got some drink from the kitchen, but when I came back and sat down. I saw it. A shadowy figure running across the hallway faster than humanly possible. I ran into the hallway to catch the perpetrator and saw it run into my room so I rushed in and turned on the lights. Nothing. There was nothing there.
The room was dead silent. The feeling of being watched increased to a degree that might give someone a heart attack. There was no doubt that someone... or something, was looking right at me. I don't know what it was but that creature... never left my room.
At night when I sleep I can feel it... watching me.