Every night, 365 days a year, you felt eyes on you. A chill like a million spiders crawling up on you as you checked every window repeatively.

Tonight, no difference. You had locked all your windows, the curtains drawn. You were getting dressed for bed as you kept checking every closet, under every piece of furniture.

You aren't safe. And you know it.

Eyes are on you, constantly. Like a predator stalking it's prey. And you're the prey.

The outside grew windy, an ominous night upon you as you could still feel eyes through the covered window panes.

Rain started to pelt the windows. If there was any sounds for tonight, you wouldn't hear them.

You sat yourself in your bed, lamp the only light on as you stare through the semi-transparent curtains. The moonlight shining through as then a silhouette arrives.

It was a man, slightly taller than 6 foot. Muscular... That's all you could get from the silhouette as it disappears from the view of the window.

Was it just your head playing tricks on you? Or was there really a man out there?

Morning arrived not soon enough. You had tried to calm yourself down. Obviously, last night was just a really bad fever dream. However there was a knock at your front door not even 15 minutes later.

After checking the peephole you see a man. Dirty blonde hair, sharp jawline, icy blue eyes. He was looking right at the peephole as well.

After you explained to him that you don't open the door for strangers, he chuckles, a sly smirk playing on his lips. His eyes stay fixated on the peephole, unmoving from staring directly back into yours.

"And what if I said I knew you? Would you still keep the door shut then, pretty girl?"

He then cackled like a maniac with a chainsaw.