The Eternal Watcher

There is a strange uneasiness felt by those who wander too close to the cathedral’s imposing walls at night: a feeling as though they were being watched by someone or something. Lingering thoughts in the mind. Was it just a gust of wind? A strange foreboding perhaps? Or was it what their scared little hearts told them all along, that a strange creature in the night, or maybe more, were up there perched up in their high walls; watching, waiting, guarding long lost secrets. Secrets that should never be revealed unless that person was willing to pay a heavy price.