When i looked at the clock it read 3:33a.m.
I heard a tap at my window. Freaked out, I hide under my covers. Then i heard it again.
I knew it wasn't going to stop so i gathered up all of my sanity and creeped across the room.
As soon as I got a peek outside the window, I stopped dead in my tracks. Someone was standing there, staring into my soul it felt like. I was petrified. I couldn't speak, or scream. It's like the person was controlling me. But he didn't notice.
It walked closer and in the moon light I saw his face.
It was my stalker ex boyfriend. When I got a good glance of him he started moving to the front door. I ran as fast as I could to put the chain on the door but I was too late. The sound of glass breaking and the front door creaking open filled the quiet house.
I panicked and locked my bedroom door. I grabbed my phone and darted for my window, which was on the second floor. I didn't have a choice; i had to jump.
As soon as I had one foot out the window my door handle was jiggling. As soon as I jumped I woke up.
Sweat was pouring out of every pore on my body. I look at my clock and it read 3:32a.m. And my bedroom window shattered into a million pieces.
