It was a rainy night and I was home alone...or so I thought. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. But I didn't have time to think about that. I was deeply invested in a movie. The main character's love interest had just died and I was busy crying my eyes out. I reached for the tissue box and my hand brushed against a piece of paper. On the paper were the words, "It's a queer feeling, isn't it? Having someone watch you?". My heart skipped a beat. What was going on. Grabbing my phone I quickly dialed my boyfriend's phone number. He answered.
"Hey Kay-bug," he said.
"Can you come over?" I asked, my eyes scanning the room.
"Sure, what's wrong?" he asked; I heard the door close behind him as he got into his truck.
"Um...I'm just lonely." I lied.
"Okay, I'll be there in a few minutes." he hung up.
I tried to refocus on the movie but I couldn't. The house was dead silent. A loud thud came from upstairs . I was about to say, "Who's there?" when my boyfriend walked through the front door.
"Devin," I said, running over to him "There's someone upstairs."
"There's someone else here," I showed him the note.
"Call the police," he said, pulling a gun out from under the kitchen sink; he was the only person outside of my family who knew where it was.
I made a quick call, "They're on their way."
There was another thud.
"Follow me," Devin said.
I grabbed a fire poker and we crept up the stairs. Another thud came from my room. DEvin busted though the door.
"i have a gun!"
"A gun won't save you now."