Dear diary its happening again. He's in my backyard again. I'm so glad I'm on the second floor. I think he has the key to my house because when I got home last night there was a rose sitting on my bed. I don't know what to do. The phone line is dead and my mobile is broken. I think he's gone, but it's too dark outsourcing to tell. Something's jiggling downstairs. It sounds like a doorknob.
