Okay, okay. Taking deep breaths here. Can't panic. Have to stay calm. Calm. Calm.
I'll start from the beginning. The phones in my house suddenly stopped working right before I tried to call the police. I admit, that sort of freaked me out. It was like in one of those horror movies where there's ghosts or something messing with the furniture. More likely, it was because of the wind that seems to be constantly blowing around knocking something over or whatever. A storm appears to be coming. It should be here, but it's not. The clouds are just looming over us, looking threatening. I admit, I sort of want it to rain already.
Okay, getting off track here. After I discovered the phones weren't working, I decided to run down the street, trying to find a public phone or something that did work. I found one somewhere in the middle of town - a blue telephone booth. If I was in Britain and it was a police box, I suppose I could make some sort of Doctor Who joke here and pretend it's the wittiest thing you've ever heard but - getting off topic here. Again. It's been sort of hard for me to concentrate ever since... I'll get to that part later.
Right. Phone booth. Dialed 9-1-1. Listened to it ringing a few million times until someone answered. I heard a male say "Hello?" on the other end. I opened my mouth to answer and then the strangest thing happened. This odd warbling static noise cut through the air from the telephone. It was an ear-piercing noise, and worst it came out of nowhere. I jumped back and dropped the phone, my right ear still ringing. When I got the phone back, the police had already hung up.
I was spooked, to be honest. Ran away back home, this odd dizzy feeling buzzing in my head. Needed to be in the company of myself, gather my thoughts. I walked into the bathroom to splash some water on my face, and that's when I realized that I was oozing some sort of black goop from my ear. Suddenly, my vision darkened, and that dizzy feeling intensified. I fell to the ground, and then all went black.
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the cold and hard bathroom floor, my entire body aching. Eventually, my thoughts returned to me and I lifted myself off of the ground. The first thing I noticed was that it was dark outside, and because I didn't turn the light on in the bathroom, the entire room was dark. And because it was dark out, that meant it was nighttime. The time the tapping usually started.
I crept out the bathroom and down the hall, then entering my eerily silent room. I didn't breathe, fearing that any sound I made would wake something ancient and primal up. A ridiculous thought, I know. I was starting to think like Kip, an avid believer in the paranormal. Of course, I was thinking more H.P. Lovecraft than Paranormal Activity.
I walked over to the window and pulled apart the curtains draped over the window.
There, I caught a glance of a tall, thin man slinking away, his arms practically toothpicks and his suit as black as night. I didn't catch a glimpse of his face, but I could see that his skin was pale, almost white. I tried to watch him leave, but he just... vanished into the night.
My heart beating faster than ever, I curled up in my bed, shaking, wishing for a sleep that never came.
Kip was right.
I do have a stalker problem.
And I have no clue how to solve it.
I'm scared, terrified. I'm not sure of my exact feelings, but I do know that I don't want to die. I don't want to let that man take me.
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