You're all by yourself but you're not alone.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm being watched when I know that no one is there. Or I see something out of the corner of my eye but when I turn to look nothing's there. I know that's crazy. Right? I've been told that it's probably just bad pizza or an overactive mind, but still it feels so real at the time. I do believe in supernatural beings and the spirit world, though I tend not to take it to the extent that people from my childhood did. "People are afraid of what they don't understand" is the cliche, but the truth to that is evident in observed behavior.

That being said here is what happened to me the other night believe it or not. I was driving home from school a little after 2:30 am on wednesday morning last week. I'd turned off the radio because of my dislike for commercials and popular music at that moment. I had my window cracked and the morning air was brisk with clouds shrouding the moon in a dull glow. There were no other cars on I-80 except for me and no street light to speak of. My mind was wandering after a long 16 hour day and the road noise lulled me into its droning symphony. After a indeterminable amount of time I was vaguely aware of a hissing sound from the direction of the back seat. The sound grew progressively stronger in volume so I twisted my head and body around to see what it could be. Swerving with the movement of my body to look in the back, but I didn't see anything that could or would make that sound. Puzzled I looked into my rear view mirror and I swear to God to what I saw there. I saw a shadow that could have been a face, but what struck me were two piercing blue eyes looking back at me. Using a four letter word I swerved again ,this time almost getting the car sideways, and slammed on the brakes. I jumped out of the car in the middle of the freeway almost afraid to look in the back, but when I eventually did there was nothing there. After a few moments which felt to me to be centuries a truck passed by honking his horn at me the obstacle in the middle of the road. I reluctantly got back in and continued home. The rest of the trip I kept looking back and in my mirrors to see if I'd see it again, but nothing else happened that night.

Hallucination of a tired mind? maybe. A demon or an angel? Maybe. I can't explain what I saw, but every now and then I feel like someone is watching.