Fear. That's all you felt in that moment, pure irrational fear. Your legs trembled, eyes shot wide and hands shaky.All you had wanted to do was go and grab some drinks with friends, however when it was finally time for everyone to go home you ended up having to walk home by your self. That's when you noticed thing beginning to go down hill. Human instincts are based on fight or flight, 'to eat or to be eaten' some wold say, so when your skin began to prick up with goosebumps you knew something was off, a cold sweat running down your spine, you felt watched, observed, you where being followed. However you knew better than to turn around and check. You saw him later down the road to your house, from the reflection of a store, a man, taller, head tilted low, hand behind his back hood over his hair. you could feel your heart stop beating in pure fear.

You began to walk quicker, then heard his steps quicken as well, you wanted to run, needed to, but it was dangerous and stupid. You hadn't done anything bad, so why was this man following you?! When you where close to your house and saw the neighbour's lights off you felt panic, lookin over at the woods that cornered your house you made a decision. With a wild sprint you took off into your house locking the door just and instant before the man tried the handle.

And now here you where looking at the door while the man kept trying the handle, then came a soft knock, as if asking for you to open the door. You wanted to cry, ball your eyes out and sob. He knew you where home, no sense in pretending other wise, all you could do is pray he didn't break down your door, or didn't find another way in. You could hear his footsteps all around the outside of your house, a predator trying to find a way into his pray's hiding spot.