This story is told in the eyes of a 16 year old girl: I used to live near a kid called Joey who was obsessed with me every time I went outside Joey would come out to and look at me I tried to give every sign that I didn't like him but he never got the hint. So one day I told him that "I don't love and pleases, please leave me alone." But the look he gave me that day will stay in my mind forever. He then gave me a look that a toddler would normally give when his mum or dad says they can't buy them a new toy but coming from a 17 year old it's way more disturbing. One night my mum and dad went out to get some things so I was home alone. I was upstairs in my room, on my bed doing homework but then I felt a my bed shift a little to the left I looked under and staring back at me was Joey. I screamed and ran to downstairs and outside to his house I knocked on the door 3 or 4 times when they eventually came I told them what had happened and then told them to phone them that I was gonna phone the police. They panicked and beget me not to but I ignored them and rung them anyway when they found Joey under my bed they accused him of multiple charges which he admitted to and said he did. The police then went to Joey's room and inside were lots and lots of pictures all around his room all of me but the creepiest one was a picture of me sleeping in my bed. The same picture was taken from inside my room.
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