Someone is Watching

She had been at the convention hall since early this morning and now, as dinner time neared, it was good to get back to her hotel room. She opened the door and stepped inside, tossing her purse onto the bed. Food sounded good, but first she needed a nice hot shower.

She peeled off her clothes and dashed into the bathroom on bare tip-toes. She glanced behind her. That same feeling had returned. Every time she came into this place she had that vague feeling that eyes were probing her nakedness. She saw no one and as usual thought she was just being paranoid.

She turned on the water and ran her hand under the stream, testing it's temperature. When it felt warm to the touch, she eased her body under the gently falling water. She felt the tension in her muscles being swept away by the warm drops as they first landed on her skin and then slid down toward the drain. She closed her eyes and lingered on the feeling for a moment before reaching for the bottle of body wash.

Once again that unsettling feeling came. Someone is watching. She opened her eyes and looked around as she squirted liquid soap over her breasts. A chill went up her spine as the feeling intensified. Then her eyes landed on something shiny in the air conditioning duct.

She turned the water off and snatched the towel from the rack, holding it in place over her naked body as she wrapped it around her. Then she stepped out of the shower to investigate.

She ran a finger along the inside of the vent until it bumped into a small square object. Her finger hooked behind it as she pried it loose. It fell into her hand and instantly she recognized the device as a miniature camera. She screamed as she ran for her clothes. Someone indeed was watching.