A feeling

The feeling was back. That sinister feeling of being watched, studied, and waited for. You tried to focus on the sermon, but it was no use. You could feel their eyes on you, boring into your soul.

The discomfort in church was always there, but today it was unbearable. The priest noticed your discomfort and walked over, asking if everything was alright.

Why was it that when he was near, the feeling was stronger than ever?