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Minutes went by, and no reply. I kept thinking I heard footsteps outside, moving closer, but I couldn’t see anything out the window.
Then another message arrived.
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It was my silhouette in the window.
Immediately after:
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Suddenly I heard a noise at the door. It sounded like someone was messing with the door, trying to push it open. I rushed away from the window, and cracked my door to listen what was happening down the stairs.
My stomach dropped as I heard the front door open. It didn’t seem forced, as if this person somehow had a key or was a particularly skilled lockpick.
My townhouse was three stories, with a living room / kitchen downstairs, a bedroom and bathroom on the second floor, and two bedrooms on the third floor. I quickly grabbed my phone and ran to the third floor, into one of my roommate’s room and shut the door.
I heard shuffling downstairs. Suddenly I got another message.
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A terrifying cackle came from the downstairs kitchen, and footsteps began to approach the stairs.
I pushed my roommate’s dresser in front of the door, and pulled a tool set out of his closet. I armed myself with the hammer in the set, and waited as the footsteps grew closer and closer. I tried to call 911, but I got a busy tone. I tried to call again. Busy tone.
