It sounds like something straight out of a horror movie, but it's true.
My first experience of this was when I was 9, when I drew a sketch of my classmate, Travis. As the final step before I colored it in, I had the urge to turn my pencil around, to get a closer, more detailed look at his eyes. As I gazed at his eyes, I felt like I was being studied in return. I felt as if his gaze were looking me almost as much as I was looking back at him. This feeling of being scrutinized was unnerving, and it was this feeling that caused me to lose all eye contact with him. As we walked to the other side of the giant field where I and my group of friends were playing, we split up and had to walk around three corners to get back to the place where Travis was.
After we got to the corner, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right. I made a mental note to pay more attention. And then a few hours after the incident, I found myself walking through the empty catacombs and then the abandoned castle. I was walking with no one else, and was enjoying the beautiful view a city provides at night. Then, I saw him.
A bearded man, with a scar coming down across the right side of his face, watching me from a distance. We locked eyes, and I considered going over to him and asking him what he was doing, but then decided against it. "Then I should just go back to my group of friends," I thought. But then I looked at my phone, and noticed that I had missed a call from someone. I decided that I wanted to go back to the campsite and talk to my friends, so that I didn't have to be alone. I noticed that he was following. As I ran back, I heard footsteps behind me. I panicked, and ran as fast as I could. Looking behind me, I did not see any one following me. I let out my breath, and slowed my pace. When I got back to the campsite, everything was as I left it. I enjoyed some of the leftovers from the grill. I watched the stars come out from the campsite. I walked to the nearby lake, and saw more stars reflected in the lake. Then, I went to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, I found my group around a small, circular table. I sat down, and had some breakfast, and we packed up. Then, we got on the bus to our homes, and I went to my room to start homework. I was sitting at my desk, having another bowl of cereal when I heard footsteps. It sounded as if they were coming to my door, but I didn't want to be paranoid and so I ignored them. But then I heard the door burst open. I looked at the door, but there was no one there. I turned around, and I saw a painting on the wall, similar in style to some of the old arts that my great grandfather had. I looked at the picture closer, to see who was the artist. I looked at the eyes and noticed that they were glowing. Then, I noticed that it was the painting of a man. Assuming that the eyes had always looked like that, but I just hadn't noticed, I went to bed.
It was about a week later when I was drawing and sitting at my desk. I heard footsteps. Again I ignored them, but the footsteps got louder and louder. They sounded like they were right next to me, and they were getting louder, louder, louder, and louder. Then they stopped. But I felt like they were watching me. Right then, I noticed a painting of a man in a fancy suit. I looked at the eyes, and they were glowing. I looked at the eyes and the eyes vanished. I looked at the eyes that were looking back at me, and as if a switch was flipped, the eyes looked normal. I went to bed.
Later that night, I was outside with my friends, when I looked in at the sky. It was as if the stars rose from the ground, as a crowd of eyes watched me. I saw my friends look at me, with the same expression I saw on their faces before. They looked scared, scared. I returned the attention to the sky. I saw the stars reflected in their eyes, these strange eyes that weren't stars. I felt strange, scared. I went to bed.
