The Watcher

My mother is from Romania where they are superstitious about many things…I had just turned fifteen. We were heading home because a wall of storm clouds was building…All through the day, my mother was jumpy because of this. At one point she insisted we were being followed by a shadowy stalker. It was then that she told me of a legend…Still believing it was a figment of my imagination even though my own eyes had seen it, I just couldn’t bring myself to believe her reasoning…