Lecy Pritchett

Terror in Shadows: Someone is Watching Me Lecy Pritchett

I'm over here. We heard a deep raspy voice call out. That voice sent chills down my spine, but I was not prepared for the sight of the person behind it. We all turned in the direction of the voice to see a man had walked out from behind a tree. He was a big hulking man, with long matted greasy hair mostly covered by a dirty faded cap that read: Born In Hell: a fact that I felt was very prophetic. He had the darkest green eyes I had ever seen, cat like in their appearance, hypnotic, and eerily menacing. He had long dirty hands, with thick nails, long and crusted almost claw like, and he kept rubbing them over his grayish beard that was covered in days old tobacco that he would just spit down his face, never attempting to hit the ground. I could feel a knot growing in the pit of my stomach, and I suddenly felt very weak. He had been watching us the whole time, and I guess we should have wondered why he hid in the shadows instead of coming to greet us when we drove up. When he looked at me, I saw pure unadulterated evil, and I felt very afraid.