But at one point, it got quiet.
"What? Did he leave?"
I went to the door quietly. And I put my eye on the peephole.
No one was there. At that moment, I heard something open. All of a sudden, a light flashed at me. I opened my eyes and I was in my room.
'What? Was I dreaming?'
I calmed myself down and closed my eyes again.
When I tried to go back to sleep....
The car with headlights was passing by out the window.
'Gosh, I hate living in the semi-basement house.'
At that moment....
"I closed all the curtains. Then what about the light just now?"
I only moved my eyes and looked at the window. Then I saw someone's hand pull away behind the curtains. The eerie silence continued. If someone was there, I would have heard the footsteps, walking away. But I didn't hear anything.
'Was that a dream?'
But I saw my keys on the table in front of the window. I always kept the spare keys in the basket on the table.
"Am I not dreaming? Wait."
I stood up and went to check the window.
The window was half open. But I had definitely closed it before going to sleep. I thought of calling the police. But I didn't know what to do.
(She received a text message when she was about to call the police.)
I saw the familiar blankets and pajamas. It was a photo of me sleeping just a moment ago.
So as for the arm I saw a moment ago, he wasn't trying to steal the key. He was putting it backI where it was. He was putting it back after taking a photo. He took the photo inside the house first and went outside.
People say when you are utterly shocked, you can't even scream. And I experienced that firsthand, that night. The stalker was watching me the whole time. When I thought about his facial expressions and what he was thinking while watching me, it was so terrifying that my hands were shaking. I couldn't catch the stalker. After experiencing that, I took off time from school.