I live in a relatively nice house. 4 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms. Perfect for my family. I sleep in the smallest bedroom that's closest to the beginning of the hall. At the end of the hallway was a bathroom and on the right was my mother's room and on the left was my sisters' room. I am a night owl. I'm usually up till early hours in the morning Skyping my boyfriend. Occasionally, I would get up to go to the bathroom and come back. For some reason though I always had a weird feeling when I walked past my mom's room. I had the instinct to put my head down and avoid looking. I mostly listened to my gut till one day. I exited the bathroom and looked at my mom's doorway. I saw a dark figure standing against the door frame. My heart dropped and I ran to my room. I analyzed what I saw. The figure was tall and had a broad chest and he stared right at me.