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I was just sitting at home, watching a movie on a Saturday night in November. Alone. The movie wasn’t bad although I had just started it- it was a little to slow moving, but I didn’t mind. It wasn’t like I had anything else to do! Anyway, about 30 minutes in, my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number on the Caller ID, but I still decided to pick up. There was silence on the other end. Then I heard heavy, slow breathing, like after you run sprints, trying to cool down. I kept asking if anyone was there, but no one answered. I could feel the blood drain from my face as I dropped the phone onto the receiver. I tried (in vain) to ignore the call as I turned back through my dark foyer, trudging back into the living room. That’s when I felt it. I felt as if someone was watching me, staring right at me. I tried to keep walking, but my knees were shaking uncontrollably, and I struggled to hold on to the wall just so I could stay standing. The phone rang again and I nearly fell in a heap. I could feel dozens of icy, glassy beads of sweat run from my neck to my spine while I turned around. Suddenly, halfway to the phone, that’s when I saw the face. The hideous, ghastly face- //the face of a man looking at ME through my window.// I let out a piercing scream, completely horrified at what I saw. The next thing I knew, my eyes fluttered open. . . I was in my bed, still in pajamas, gasping for breath. That’s when the phone rang. //Not again,// I thought. //Not again.//