Again!? My phone was once again riddled with viruses. This time it was different, my fear has reached its maximum. Pictures of me were being sent one-by-one. I didn't know what to do; I stood there frozen looking at my phone in horror non-stop sending of photos every move that I made.
"A stalker?" I thought to myself, and if it was the truth then this stalker is seriously the worst of stalkers I've ever encountered. Knowing you have a stalker is creepy enough, but someone who can access your phone and even reveal your personal information is outright nightmare...
I finally mustered the courage to finally move and took the phone. Looking at it, I analyzed the picture and realized that the photographer was near.
A transparent door made of glass, that I had no doubt, was from the balcony.
RIGHT BEHIND ME
Taking the phone was really hard, but now looking back was like facing hell itself. I slowly turned around to look who was there, and as I did I slow the figure of a hooded-man standing on my balcony. The moment I saw him, he suddenly opened the glass door and assaulted me, carrying a knife on his hand. I was pushed to my bed; I grasped his wrist trying to protect myself. I felt relieved when I heard the sound of my parents trying to open the door. It was now a life and death scenario, as I held on to dear life pushing him back with all the strength I could muster. He fell on the floor and I quickly stood up as I saw a number of photos on the floor that was of me, of my daily movements.
"Sam?" I asked, thinking it couldn't have been anyone but Sam who has always been there beside me. Though I still haven't seen who was under the hood I quickly passed my judge that it was absolutely Sam under the hood. He looked at the door and hearing my parents he quickly escaped through the balcony and I tried to pursue him but it was too late. My parents soon arrive only to find a room that was totally destroyed as if it was battlefield.