A Guy Behind My Door

It was a dark and stormy night, the kind that made you want to curl up in bed with a good book and a hot cup of tea. But I had work to do, and so I trudged through the rain, my umbrella doing little to keep me dry.

As I reached my office building, I fumbled with my keys, trying to unlock the door. It was then that I heard it — a faint sound, like the shuffling of feet. I froze, my heart racing. Was someone there?

I spun around, trying to peer through the darkness. But all I saw was the rain, swirling and dancing in the wind. I must have been imagining things, I told myself. It was just my overactive imagination.

But as I turned back to the door, the sound came again. Louder this time, more insistent. There was definitely someone there.

I swallowed hard, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to call for help, had to get out of there. But as I fumbled for the right button, I heard a voice. A voice that sent chills down my spine.

“Don’t call for help,” it said, the words dripping with menace. “I’m the guy behind your door, and I’m not going to hurt you. At least, not yet.”

I turned around, my heart pounding in my chest. And there he was, a shadowy figure standing in the rain. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his eyes on me, piercing and cold.

“Who are you?” I managed to stammer out, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I’m the guy behind your door,” he repeated. “The one who’s been watching you, following you. The one who knows your secrets.”

“What do you want?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice.

“I want you to do what I say,” he replied. “I want you to do exactly as I tell you, or suffer the consequences.”

I knew I had to get away, had to find a way to escape. But my legs felt like lead, and I knew I couldn’t outrun him. So I did the only thing I could think of — I begged.

“Please, just let me go,” I pleaded. “I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Just let me go and I’ll forget this ever happened.”

The guy behind my door hesitated for a moment, and for a brief, fleeting second, I thought I might actually have a chance. But then he spoke, his voice cold and hard.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he said. “You see, I’ve been watching you for a long time. And I’ve grown rather attached to you. I can’t just let you go.”

And with those words, I knew my fate was sealed. I was trapped, at the mercy of the guy behind my door. And there was nothing I could do to escape.

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