being watched
Lately, Emily started feeling like she was being watched. Walking through the house, she couldn’t shake the sensation.
Every creak and shadow heightened her anxiety. ‘Do you feel that?’ she asked John. He looked at her, puzzled. ‘Feel what?’ he replied.
‘Like someone’s watching us,’ she said quietly. John frowned, concerned. ‘It’s probably just your imagination,’ he said, but deep down, Emily’s unease added to his growing worries.