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My imaginary friend tells me I’m just being paranoid…but I’m not sure. It seems that whenever I go in my home, I feel like there are eyes watching me. It started a few weeks ago, one night when I was getting ready to make a salad. Little Guy was home and I had stepped out of the kitchen to “rescue” Buzz Lightyear, who kept getting crushed in the hallway of Zurg’s Spaceport (just one of my many hidden talents)…but when I got back to the kitchen, something had changed. I could feel eyes on me…

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Within a day or two, that feeling moved into other rooms…I felt eyes on me when I put my coat on in the morning to head to the school, or when I went to the basement to feed the guinea pigs. I even felt eyes on me when I was playing the piano…

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It’s not a completely unfamiliar feeling…I get that feeling every time we visit my in-laws and we’re sitting around the living room. There’s something about that bowl of fruit tapestry that weirds me out…it’s as if it has a face and a smug taunting smile…

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I can learn to live with this feeling of being watched on one condition…it doesn’t follow me upstairs…there are some “moments” in every day life that are simply not meant to be shared!

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