February 23, 2015 shortly after midnight.
I was in bed, trying to get to sleep, when my bedroom door open. I could hear my Mom snoring, my parents don't live together, and cats can't open locked bedroom doors (the lock is easily picked, but not by cats). I knew that there was someone with a key to my apartment, because I remembered locking the door before bed. If that wasn't creepy enough, the guy watched me for almost a half hour. I didn't tell the police because I didn't think they would believe me, and I just plain don't like cops. It's nothing against them, I just have major authority issues. Anyway, he was back at 7ish. I could still hear my Mom snoring, so it wasn't her. This time, I could make out some details. He was about 5-foot-7 or 5-foot-8, wore a hoodie, and basically looked like Jeff the killer before he carved his smile, but after the big fight. After an indeterminate amount of time, he closed the door, but wrapped his hand around the edge of the door and pulling instead of using the doorknob. I texted my friend, I'll call her Ella, and she thought I was crazy. Then I texted another friend, I'll call her Beth. She believed me. I also texted yet another friend, I'll call her Laura. She also believed me. At around 1pm, I thought I felt like someone watching me, so I looked out my peephole (I never asked for it to be there), and I saw a brief glimpse of him. HE WAS SO PALE! IT WASN'T NATURAL! I didn't get a good look, though, because he was moving out of sight when I saw him. He must have seen me coming. That is all that happened on this day, but that was just a portent of things to come. (I have a large vocabulary, btw)
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Non-FictionThis story is completely true, but I did change names. For privacy, you know? This is about my creepy stalker. It may seem like I remember dates really well, along with many details. I remember some things really well, while I completely or almost...
