✔️His hot breath was fogging up the glass.
I didn’t wait to see what would happen.
Jumping out of my bed, I ran down the hallway and burst into Matt’s room, screaming at him to call the police.
He was jolted out of his slumber.
“Jenna, what is it?” he asked.
“The man I told you about!” I shouted in terror.
“The Stalker! He’s here! Outside my window! Call the police!”
He was too stunned to move. I grabbed his phone and called the police myself.
As I explained what had happened, my roommate’s eyes grew wide.
He reached into his closet, grabbed a baseball bat, and set off down the hallway.
I tried to call him back, but he didn’t listen.
His footsteps came to a stop and I heard angry voices and the sounds of a struggle.
Then, there was a sickening THOCK! It sounded like wood colliding with something hard.
A muffled voice shouted my name. I wasn’t sure who it was.
I heard someone moaning in pain, followed by a loud thud.
Then the entire apartment was eerily silent.
“Matt?” I yelled. There was no answer.
I crept out of his room and as quietly as I could, I made my way towards the kitchen.
Grabbing a butcher knife from the kitchen drawer, I pressed myself up against the wall and tried not to make a sound.
In the doorway, I saw a large shadow appear.
😱😱😱
It was the silhouette of a man.
He looked much larger than Matt.
“What do you want?” I screamed.
“I already called the police! They’re on their way!”
The man just chuckled. A quiet, menacing chuckle.
Then he started walking towards me and I could hear him muttering my name under his breath over and over again.
“Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna, Jenna…”
I didn’t move. There was nowhere left for me to run.
He came right up to me and his face was inches from mine.
He was older than I thought he would be, his dark beard streaked with grey.
His eyes were hollow, with large black circles underneath.
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Episode 6
There was nowhere left for me to run.
He came right up to me and his face was inches from mine.
He was older than I thought he would be, his dark beard streaked with grey.
His eyes were hollow, with large black circles underneath.
His teeth looked like they were rotting in his mouth.
I was holding the knife behind my back.
As his big fat hand reached for my neck, I let out a primal scream and lashed out as hard as I could.
He stumbled backwards, a shocked look on his face. The knife was sticking out of his chest.
I pushed past him and ran out into the hallway.
He tried to follow me, but when i looked over my shoulder, I saw him drop to his knees.
Then, he fell face-down on the carpet.
I wasn’t sure if he was alive or dead and I didn’t want to take the chance.
I ran into my bedroom and locked the door behind me. Matt lay slumped against the wall, a large purple bump already forming on his forehead.
He was unconscious. I hurried over to him and cradled his head in my arms as I waited for the police to arrive.
I touched Matt’s face lightly and cried into his chest.
Then, I heard the sirens in the distance and soon, the flashing lights were outside.
The police yelled out when they entered my apartment and I heard them talking outside my room.
They broke through my bedroom door and I looked up gratefully.
“What happened in the hallway?” The police officer asked.
“He came in through my window and attacked my friend.
Then he was coming for me, so I… I stabbed him.”
The police officer looked puzzled.
“There’s nothing in that hallway but a whole lot of blood.”
I looked from him to the hallway and began screaming.
I took my phone and threw it at the wall as hard as I could, shattering it.
They took Matt to the hospital and brought me to the police station for questioning.
Halfway through my interview, the officer was called out of the room.
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Like I thought I killed the wrong guy....
I didn't..
I killed the stalker.
How he got my contact was still a mystery.
The police identified the man and learned that he had a criminal record for stalking, kidnapping and attempted murder.
They broke into his house and found one room completely dedicated to me.
I saw the pictures the police photographer took.
The walls were covered from floor to ceiling with images of me.
Was he obsessed In me??
In some of them, I looked no older than thirteen.
There was a lot of sticky stuff encrusted on the walls and the pictures.
There were pillows and an old blanket on the floor.
I thought I recognized the blanket.
It was one I had lost when I was a child.

He has been stalking me since I was a little kid???
They also found the remains of a girl’s body in his freezer;
a girl who had disappeared almost twenty years earlier. She had been his first obsession.
He was forty-eight years old when I killed him.
He had no family or loved ones.
He had lived like a hermit for most of his life.
Matt got out of the hospital a week ago.
He has a fractured skull and three broken ribs.
We moved into a new apartment, one with an alarm system and reinforced windows.
We’re also officially boyfriend and girlfriend.
I don’t have a phone, and I don’t know if I will ever get one.
Whenever I hear the sound of Matt’s phone ringing, it sends a shiver down my spine.....
I'm happy that all is well.....
I was even afraid to have a phone... Who knows what would happen next...
All I know is this...
I'm free.
No more sleepless nights because a strange stalker.
No more
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