I got home around 11 pm. Tired and exhausted, I prepared myself for bed. I hung up my jacket inside the closet then took off the rest of my clothes.

After I put on my pajamas and brushed my teeth, I climbed happily inside of my bed.

***

I woke up around 2 am due to an unfamiliar noise coming from my closet. It sounded like something kept hitting the door. My first thought was that it was a stupid mouse caught in my shoe box running into walls of the box over and over again.

I quickly got up then walked towards the door. I opened it. No mouse came out.

The noise seized.

I moved some stuff around in my closet. Everything was fine. Maybe the mouse got away. I decided to leave the closet door open.

As I walked towards my bed, my jacket pushed itself out a bit. I have a lot of clothes so I would find some place for it later.

As I laid in bed, the outline of my jacket seemed creepy looking. As if someone was standing inside the closet, staring out looking at me. However, it was only my jacket.

All this paranoid thinking was making me thirsty. I turned on my lamp and decided to go down stairs for a glass of orange juice.

As the light lit up the room I saw it. Two human legs standing from underneath my jacket. The two feet started move.

I didn't look up to see the rest of the body. I quickly left the house and ran over to my neighbors.

***

When the police came, they checked my house. Luckily, they said they found a person inside my house. They told me it was some homeless man who had a weird obsession with women's clothes. They told me the guy had been living inside my house for five months! They didn't say how he got in.

What scared me the most was the fact that there was a stranger, scratch that, a psycho living in my house with me for five months.