Adam Brooks A Jungle In The City

"Standing in the kitchen, I cautiously walked outside and looked around, thinking somebody is watching me. I can sense them but cannot see who it is. My movements became stiffer and anxiety seeps into my consciousness. Now I am standing on the back porch, walking towards the screen door looking around. Nobody was there, after a few minutes I walked back into the house moving cautiously along the perimeter intending to exit through another doorway. I linger in the kitchen longer than necessary sensing something was wrong."