You know I really hate home intrusion movies. They always feel too real. I know the religious type get scared by the super natural, the paranoid true crime folk obsessed with slasher stuff, the weirdos obsessed with gore, etc. etc. But what am I? I have no idea.

I just moved into this new apartment complex a month ago for college. Big opportunity and all, but the dorms were just TOO expensive. So I bought this quaint little one bathroom one bed’er. Leaky faucets, fridge with a flickering light, and a random hole in the wall leading to god knows where. It’s real fancy. Well, the point is I’ve got another thing to add to the list.

Random squeaking

Wonderful isn’t it. Like really amazing, I just love it when I’m staying up later than I should and I hear a noise that I feel like is right under me. That leads to where I am now, sitting in my bed in the corner writing this, pretending like I don’t see the head staring at me out of that random hole in the wall.

I should’ve gotten it patched sooner. God… it looks so alien-like out of my peripherals. But that’s just because I’m not focusing on it right? I’m scared if I look at it, I’ll find out what it’s body looks like. When I first saw it I felt like screaming, but I just get the feeling it likes watching, not being noticed. That sends shivers down my spine. What if it had always been there? What if it just started getting confident? What if soon, it decides to get up, and walk over. I can’t keep pretending everything is fine. Mainly because the urge to look at it is just so… strong. It just keeps becoming more and more obscure the longer I’m staring at my screen. I’ve decided, I’m going to walk out looking at my phone and holding a basket of laundry. That’s believe-able right? Why I’m still in my pajamas? Definitely, ok I’ll make a run for it now.

Wish me luck.