Talk:It Watches You/@comment-4332975-20130430014516

Yeah, this happened to me once. The next night, though, I didn't go to sleep in my bed. I wasn't in my house. I was out there, grinning. I had a long ways to go, but I've always enjoyed a late night jog. The lights and houses just seemed to fly by. Eventually, I did get tired, of course. We always do. It was a long ways from home, but I found just the place to rest. I knew I'd be safe until morning. Nothing would come looking in the place I had found to sleep. So when it got home, and pulled back the covers to its bed, there I was. I grinned, looking up at it, but it wasn't smiling back. I don't think it liked the look in my eyes. Do you think it regretted looking at me? It seemed like it had been scarred for life, but it was morning, and I had to go home. I keep a heavy curtain over the window, now, and I almost never turn the lights on...but now I always sleep alone.