Michael's heart racing, he slowly got up from his desk and approached the window.
He carefully pulled back the curtain and peered into the darkness.
At first, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary. But then, he noticed a figure lurking in the shadows across the street.
The figure was dressed in a black hoodie and jeans, making it almost invisible in the night.
Michael's instincts told him to be cautious. He tried to get a better look,
but the figure quickly disappeared into the darkness.
Michael's mind was racing. Who was that person? Were they watching him?
Suddenly, he heard a faint noise coming from the backyard.
It sounded like someone was trying to get his attention.
Michael tried to shake off the feeling of being watched and focused on his homework.
He told himself it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.
As he dove back into his studies, he heard the noise again, this time louder.
It sounded like someone was throwing small rocks at his window.
Michael's heart skipped a beat. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should investigate.
But then, he remembered Maya's warning: "Be careful, Michael. They might be watching you."
He decided to ignore the noise and continue with his homework, trying to distract himself from the eerie feeling.
As he worked on his math problems, the noise stopped, and an unsettling silence fell over the house
Michael tried to focus on his homework, but his mind kept wandering back to the strange noise.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him.
Despite his unease, he completed his homework and decided to call it a night.
He went to bed early, hoping to put the strange occurrences behind him.
As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard a faint whispering in his ear. "We're watching you, Michael."
He sat up with a start, but there was no one there. The whisper seemed to come from inside his own mind.
Michael shook his head, telling himself it was just his imagination playing tricks on him.
He lay back down and closed his eyes, determined to get some rest.
As he fell asleep, he didn't notice the figure watching him from the shadows outside his window.
Michael fell into a deep sleep, but his rest was short-lived.
He soon found himself in the midst of a vivid and terrifying dream.
In the dream, he was reliving the day of the accident.
He saw himself in the car with his father, driving down the winding road. But this time, he knew what was going to happen.
As the car approached the curve, Michael felt a sense of dread wash over him.
He tried to scream, but his voice was silenced.
The car skidded off the road, and Michael felt himself being thrown from the vehicle.
He landed hard on the pavement, the impact knocking the wind out of him.
As he struggled to breathe, he saw his father's face, twisted in a mixture of pain and fear. "Michael, run!" his father shouted, but Michael was paralyzed with fear.
The car exploded in a fireball, and Michael felt the heat intensify.
He tried to crawl away, but his legs wouldn't move.
Suddenly, he was surrounded by dark figures, their faces obscured by shadows.
They reached out to grab him, their hands cold and unforgiving.
Michael woke up with a start, his heart racing and his sheets drenched in sweat.
It was just a dream, he told himself, but the memory of it lingered, haunting him.
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