Maybe it’s just the paranoia kicking in again, yet it feels like something terrible is coming.
Like the ripples in the cup of water in Jurassic Park as the T-Rex approaches unseen in the distance, I feel as if I’m about to be surrounded and backed into a corner with only one route out.
Feelings like this are really pleasant, they gnaw away at you.
Every shadow looks like it’s moving closer and closer, walls seem tighter almost as if they’re sat on your shoulder, and then there is the subtle chill at the back of your neck because it could be nothing more than a gentle breeze or the cold breath of the beast about to sink its teeth in deep.
Call it whatever you will, regardless of the guise it goes by it still puts you on edge.