What is watching...

He stood up and stretched. He had been in the backyard since the early morning and with the last of the sun now setting, he was finally able to stand up and not be noticed. The lights came on in the back yard and he glanced toward the back sliding doors for any movement. He had been in this yard several times and could count on the movements of the family inside. Soon, the children would be sleeping and the wife would be upstairs reading, leaving the husband sitting in the den watching tv. So many nights he watched and waited. Waited for the right night to end what started when he was young. He had killed the dog when the moon was last new. No one saw or heard, the little girl came out the next morning to find the family dog laying on the deck in a jumbled mess. He had carefully broken the neck and then with skill that only an avid hunter would have, he open the dog, took out all the vitals, ate them raw and closed the dog up with a fine grass stitch. This was last moon, this moon he was determined to stop this family from hunting him ever again. He waited until the night sky was as black as death before he moved closer to the house. The motion lights never set off, you can't turn on if you don't sense motion. He carefully unscrewed the light bulbs and placed them on the ground. He peered through the window and watched as the man inside fell asleep on the sofa. He entered through the glass slider door and quickly moved through the kitchen. He didn't need any weapons; his hands were twice the size of any mere man. He was sweating, his hair was matted against his body from crouching all day in the woods and he smelled and was aware that the odor may awake everyone. He entered the room with the sleeping man and made his way to the sofa. Leaning over the sofa, he got a good look at what had been hunting him for his entire lifetime. Just as he thought that this man was not much to look at, the man opened his eyes. With the look of fear and death, he picked the man up by the neck with one hand. Gasping and kicking, the man struggled to stay alive. He looked into the eyes of the man, speaking only with his mind, "I have watched you watching me since I was small. You have tried to find me and show me to the world, now I will show you my world." With that he squeezed the neck of the man and his eyes popped out. He was dead in an instance. He placed the man back on the sofa, wiped his hands clean and moved toward the stairs. He knew he had to kill the woman next, leaving the children to last. He had been in the house before, he knew to duck his head when going up the stairs and that the fourth step would creak. He intentional skipped it. Up the stairs, to the right and into the bedroom with the woman, she was asleep, the light was still on, but he crossed in only three steps. He reached for her with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. She awoke and tried to scream, there was no sound. He opened his mind and spoke to here, "Do not be afraid, I am what you are looking for. I will you give you this chance, this last look before I rid you of your life. Do you understand me? She tried to nod her head, but his hand was too big and heavy, she couldn't move. He grabbed her around the throat and squeezed the life out of her just as he had done to the man. He placed her down on the bed and moved out of the room. He entered the hallway and decided to kill the girl next. Down the hall and to the left, he quickly entered her room. She was fast asleep. He picked her up with one hand and pulled her head back like a bottle top. It snapped and slumped forward on her chest. Not a sound. He placed her back in the bed and turned around. As he did, he saw a shadow in the doorway. The little boy was standing there holding his teddy and smiling. He spoke without words, "I am Jake, and I heard you screaming at my father and my mother. Did you kill them? Did you just kill my sister? Why? I saw you in the yard; you had been motionless for the whole day. Did you see me looking at you? Can you camouflage yourself whenever you want?" Jake stopped for a minute, and then said out loud, "Are you going to kill me too?" He stood still, perfectly still and he thought about the events of the day. He did not see the boy but he did feel his gaze in the afternoon. He tried to camouflage himself right there in the room, but there were too many colors. Jakes eyes went wide, "Wow! Now that's cool!" He sat on the bed where the dead little girl lay and spoke his mind to the boy. "I am impressed that you can speak with me, I have never met a human that understood me. I do not need to explain to you what I have done here. I am going to kill you. If I don't you will hunt me as your father did, if not now, then I will kill you eventually. Why should I spare you?" Jake thought for a moment, then spoke, "If you take me with you, I can learn more about you and your kind. I can either exploit you or help you. If you kill me now, the law will only find you later and you will be exploited for sure." Without thinking, he grabbed the boy, running down the stairs and out the slider door into the back yard and into the woods. The boy just smiled as he was carried away...