The Man in my Room

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I was lying in bed by myself, nodding of to sleep, when i rolled over and saw someone standing in the corner of my room. he didn't bother trying to hide himself.he just stood there,staring at me. it was too dark to make out a face,but i know the figure of a man holding a knife when i see one. I was too scared to scream instead i just lay there in my bed, accepting my fate. he walked over breaking the horrifying silence and leaned down to smell my hair and my face.After a minute or two of this , he walked out of my room. i waited half an hour before calling the cops, i filed a report and the man didn't come again. i had so many questions. Do i have a staler? an i going to be a murder or rape victim? i went to the police station a week later in hopes of finding out more, think of the atrocities of my fate. An  officer saw me crying and came over to comfort me. as he let me cry onto his shoulder he whispered some words to me."you smell different when you are awake."


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