The Watcher

I stumbled through the door into the dim, empty room.
My tired eyes scanned the towering whitewashed walls, stained with dirt and time.
In the distance, there stood another door
Between it and me lay an empty pool, still as can be.
No current, no movement, nothing.

Yet I felt as if I wasn’t alone.
A sudden wind sent a chill down my spine
But I saw no window.

I felt my legs tremble, my forehead began to sweat.
On the back of my head I felt pair of eyes
Burning into the back of my head.
And then and there I made a horrible mistake

I turned around.

He was right there, quiet as a mouse
Patiently sitting behind me.
He did not flinch, nor did he stutter

And when I saw those horrible, glistening teeth
I knew I was just another kid at his mercy.