Deciding to grab a book, I sit in Father's chair, which is normally never allowed. I reach up to the bookshelf, having to stand on my tippy toes to reach the book. I then sit and read, starting to get tired like reading always did to me. My mind's absorbed by the book, and I don't notice the dark shadow behind me once more. Eyes are piercing the back of my head, like sharp blades swiftly cutting a fruit. I feel the eerie feeling of the stare and turn around to see what it was.
