School relaxed my nerves a little bit but I still had to go home and be alone.

When I entered the house, I looked in each room, making sure they were empty. It seemed like a stupid thing to do; how could he get in the house? Still, I was freaking out.

I tried to calm myself by watching TV, but it didn’t really help. Every face I saw reminded me of the way Robert looked at the park. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

I glanced at it as my heart rate increased? Should I open it? Should I walk away? What should I do? I walked slowly to the door, mad I couldn’t look out a hole or something. There were no side windows either so all I could do was open it.

But I didn’t.

I chickened out and went back to watch TV. When I settled back on the couch though, I was sure I wasn’t hallucinating when I saw a figure standing at the back door.

Was it him there? Or was I just imagining my worst nightmare?

Or was my worst nightmare really standing outside my house?