Is it just me or is this.... creepy?

She’d gone out hunting, something that Pak had always preferred be a private solitary activity. It was also an activity that took her to some questionable areas of town. Having spent years, more than she cared to remember, as a prostitute Pak still occasionally found her meals among those of the world’s oldest profession. They didn’t ask questions, it was just kinky and she paid enough to give her meals several nights off so it was all very mutually beneficial.

Well it was until the T-Bird had a blow out on the way home, predictably in the middle of nowhere. She’d gotten out to check the spare only to find it flat as well. Pak kicked at the flat tire and swore violently in her native language. Ducking back in the car she rummaged about for her bag of goodies, time to call for help.

All the while, she kept feeling the hairs on the back of her neck rise up. Something felt off, creepy, like she was being watched. Of course, she was just imagining it, she just wished she could stop imagining it so strongly.