WE ARE WATCHING YOU

When I was little, every night when the lights went out and I went to sleep,
two dark and sinister figures would descend from the corner of my room
near the door. They calmly walked to my bed and each stood on either side
of my headboard, staring at me.
I covered my head with the sheet, although it seemed useless, since I still felt
his presence, a presence that tormented and gradually consumed you in
fear and despair, until one day I had the courage to tell my mother. She put
a lamp in my room and she told me to pray and ask them to leave. I sleep
with a lamp lit every night to this day, trying to think that they are no
longer there, but when I look at the head of my bed, those sinister looks are
still there, as if they want to claim my soul every night.
WE ARE WATCHING YOU