The eyes that judge me.

The eyes of that fucking creep always looking for a tit slip or a peek at my panties.
The jock that always looks for my weaknesses and friends they can hook up with.
Eyes of my parents when I fuck up here and there.

I always thought that those eyes were the most frightening.
The eyes of that...thing.
Always judging me from that hole I cover up again and again.

I thought what ever it was would fuck off eventually.
Nope.
Every week.
Every month.

Those eyes that never leave.
I somehow managed to ignore these last few years.
That's until I came home to find a pale, naked, tall figure standing in front of my fucking door.

I called the cops and he was put away. At least I hope he stayed that way.

The other night I got a call from the police station and all I heard on the other line was deep, heavy breathing.

"Hello?."

"Don't forget to call that maintenance man sweetheart. That hole isn't going to fix itself".