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by mintsuga-v

by mintsuga-v

Lately I've been noticing a lot of weird things happening in my house.

The light I purposely left on, off when I come home. My pictures rearranged and I even lost one. The dishs I leave in the sink to wash later, now clean and placed in its proper place.

At first I thought I was going crazy. That I was just imaging all these things but then I saw him leaving my house. His face not visable in the dark night but I still saw him sneaking out of my yard.

I tried going to police to report what I saw but they didn't believe me because I didn't have any proof. I went back home and looked through my trash trying to find the 'present' I recieved but came up empty handed. I know I'm being stalked but I just don't know by who.

I installed cameras throughout my house hoping to catch my stalker. When I came home late that night I went straight for my computer and went through all the footage. The first few hours caught nothing then around noon a figure came to view. His face blocked from the camera then the screen went black and stayed black until I came home and stopped film.

I pull out of my driveway the next morning but have no intention to go to work. I park a few blocks away then proceed to break into my own house. The successfully make it in without causing any attention. I quickly make my way to the small hallway closet and hide. Now I wait.

I must have fallen asleep because next thing I knew it was noon and I heard movements coming from my bedroom.

Light footsteps made there way down the hallway making me tense. Heavy breathing could be heard on the other side of the door. I frantically look around the small space trying to find something, anything, to defend myself. That's when I noticed the closet that I never open, has been turned into a private workplace. Pocket notebooks littered the ground and a small table has been put in here with a camera rest on it. The little red light taped over, resulting in me never noticing it.

I hear the door squeak open and was met with the same straight smile I saw almost a week ago.

The last thing I see is a metal bat in his hand and tears slowly rolling down his face.

"I'm sorry Baby."

The last thing I heard before my vision went black.