Even worse, throughout the time since she left, you couldn't help but shake the feeling that somebody was... watching you. You panic. You search your house in case she's hiding somewhere, but you find nothing. Whenever you leave you ensure that all your windows and doors are locked tight. You install security systems. You even get the police involved again, but they can't find any trace of her anywhere. The security systems seem to work, until you come home to find your shirts ironed and washed. By now you're a wreck, as all this stress has made your mental state slowly deteriorate. Eventually you quit your job and stay shut inside your house, mostly your bedroom, desperate to catch her and stop this. You stay awake and watch for several days. You try to distract your mind and relax but the thought of this whole ordeal is tearing you apart mentally, so you just sit and wait and listen. Four days in, at 03:49, you hear something. Footsteps. Soft footsteps, on the floor below you. Somebody is inside. This is your chance. You grab the shotgun that you bought for this occasion. You sneak out of your room, trying to be as quiet as possible. You hear the soft footsteps again. This time, they appear to be coming towards where you hide. This is your chance. You hold your shotgun in your hand, silently pointing it in the direction of the steps. Suddenly, for some reason, you can no longer hear the steps. You wait several minutes, then decide to silently step towards where you last heard them. This is it. You ready your shotgun, and point it towards where the intruder should be... but there is nobody there. The intruder appears to have vanished. You turn on a light and look around a bit. Nothing. Suddenly, you see a shadow behind you. You try to turn around, but are struck on the head with a heavy object. You black out before you are able to see your attacker. You wake up several hours later.
