The Watcher Possibly
by Patrick Connors
I was dabbling at the age of twenty-five in divination. Runes the tarot, speak stones and the pendulum. One night I was drawn to lean over my bed my eyes half open I saw a black shadow in a brown robe. It was translucent. I scream then it disappeared I throw all that I was doing in the garbage. My old friend Tanya said it could of been a watcher. A warning perhaps.was in those practices six months prior to seeing that thing.