Look around. Over your shoulder. In the trees. Directly in front of you.
Try and find me. I bet you can’t.
I’m always there, yet no one notices me.
I could be your friend. Your roommate. Or even your teacher.
Then again, I might just be a ghost. A figment of your imagination. A byproduct of your fears.
Whatever form I take, by all means, don’t underestimate me.
You can try to seek help.
But no one can protect you from The Watchdogue.