Not purely because it raised a lot of questions—How? Why? For how long?—but because it deeply disturbed Kayla that she and her friends could be followed for such a long period of time and never notice. All right, so they were drunk at least eighty-two percent of the time, but it seemed her first instinct was right after all—the human psyche, no matter how powerful, did not have a sixth sense. Nobody could feel eyes burning into the back of their head. It was, as she had always believed, a myth. Perhaps that was the reason that ever since her run in the woods, cut short by that strangely chilling sensation, she’d felt as though she was being watched. Was her brain overcompensating for missing a trick? Because she’d been followed for weeks without noticing, was her mind sensing danger that wasn’t really there? She was sitting at the breakfast bar, watching the evening news and eating Nutella straight out of the jar with a spoon.
