As I walked home from school, I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me. Every time I turned around, there was no one there, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Finally, I reached my front door and fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door as quickly as possible.
Just as I got the door open and stepped inside, I heard a rustling sound behind me. I turned around, but there was no one there. I told myself it was just my imagination, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right.
As I made my way up the stairs to my bedroom, I noticed that the door to my brother's room was open. I peeked inside and saw that all of his stuffed animals were arranged in a circle, as if someone had been playing with them. I couldn't explain it, but I had the distinct feeling that someone had been in my brother's room while we were both at school.
I quickly closed the door and retreated to my bedroom, locking the door behind me. I tried to tell myself that it was just my imagination, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something creepy was happening. I spent the rest of the night huddled under my blankets, listening for any strange noises or movements.
As it turned out, my brother had been playing with his stuffed animals before he left for school, and I had simply forgotten. But at the time, it felt like something much more sinister was happening. Even now, when I think back on that experience, I can't shake the feeling that something creepy was happening! But still as long as it's my imagination, I'm all right! =)