I began walking home, and I had to do it alone because John had to go to work. I was super paranoid and on edge, even rustling grass would freak me out. I was running when no one was around and when I saw someone I speed walked just so I don't seem odd for running on the streets.
I eventually got home and I don't think I saw him. Good. Just to make sure I'm safe at home I locked both my front and back doors immediately. I decided to go to my room to watch TV and I closed the door. Everything was fine until about 4:30. My dad gets off work in half and hour but won't be home for an hour.
At 4:30 I heard something fall and smash downstairs and I immediately thought it was the man. I tried to rationalise it but in the back of my head I was thinking it was the man in the house and that made me paranoid. I grabbed the baseball bat in my room and very slowly and cautiously opened my door and walked down the stairs. I got to the front hall and saw the coat rack had fallen over. I fixed it and ran upstairs and closed my door. It was only 4:36.
My dad texted me saying he'll be home later than expected, maybe up until 8. Great. I kept watching TV to get my mind off of the man and stuff but at about 5 I heard something glass smash. And again. And again. 3 glass like objects smashed downstairs. I stayed in my room in fear. I the heard footsteps come up the stairs and I was almost paralysed. I turned the TV off and hid in the most cliché spot, the closet. It's one of those closets where there are slits and you can see somewhat out of it.
I was peering out of the slit and I saw my door open. I saw the trench coated man with the hat that covers everything but his bloodshot brown eyes. He scanned the room but he didn't see me so he moved around and started moving stuff and checking places. He had horribly ugly hands. They were long and skinny and I could see almost every vein and tendant on his almost grey hands. He started walking towards the closet and I knew I was done for. He was less than a foot away from it but he was just staring at it. At me. He knows. Just open it, kill me, do something other than staring at me with those eyes.
I heard a pound on the door. The man was startled and opened the door and hid in here with me. He was pressed up against me. I shouted and ran out of the closet. I ran to the front door, where someone was pounding hoping someone could help. I opened the door frantically and there were 2 officers.
"We have reports from your neighbours of slamming and stuff breaking in this house. Is everything alright?"
"No, please help me! There's this terrifying man in my room who's been following me and he broke in and I need help! He's in my closet!"
The officers looked at each other and nodded, then one of them went upstairs.
"My partner is going to go check it out, don't worry. Can you describe this man?"
I started to describe the man to the officer when I heard glass smash upstairs.
