This is where I choose to let them to be heard.
She had toured several castles and cathedrals by now and hadn't experienced the watching feeling. The only thing she had noticed was the weight of ages that such places often carried, as if an echo of all the people who had trod the ancient floors still lingered. That was an almost reassuring feeling not the creepy watching she was feeling in the wild places.
Wild places had never held any fear for her before. She had spent summers and holidays running wild on her Grandmother's farm. Vacations had always consisted of camping trip instead of the trips to theme parks many of her friends enjoyed. She had even through hiked through hiked about 2/3s of the appalachian trail before a swollen knee derailed her plans. No the wild places had never held this kind of fear before.
Yesterday she had gone hiking in the hills near the school. There are miles and miles of trails all through the Taunus range. It is one of the things she is enjoying most about Germany, all of the things to do out doors. Biking, hiking, volksmarching, cross country skiing in the winter. In the spring her friends at school assured her they would take her camping and horseback riding. She had always loved the outdoors she should be ecstatic to be here, but something kept bugging her. She felt as if something were watching her from the shadows, it was not at all like her to jump at shadows.
She lay in bed staring at the ceiling. There were noises coming from the walls, from the ceiling. Her colleagues had assured her was just the pipes. These old houses were bound to have more than their share of noises and things that go bump in the night. Somehow the strange noises seemed to have a meaning, some sort of intelligence behind them. For the umpteenth time she wondered if leaving everything she had ever known to take a teaching position overseas had been a mistake.
