Shivers run down my back, my legs feel like mush, and I can feel cold sweat dripping down. I slowly controlled my breathing, it's like I'm stopping a massive water stream with my body. "Let's assess the situation and think maybe my mind is simply playing tricks on me, it might be a cat or a bird's shadow." 'Click' the sound of the door as I carefully turn the knob. I open the door just enough to have a quick glimpse.

'My body got tingly'

'I can't say anything or budge an inch.'

Every fiber of my being screams RUN! RUN! RUN! a dreadful figure with an elongated neck and a great number of eyeballs covering its face was staring right into my living room window, I remember the letter saying "it should not catch a glance of you" while I was looking at it.

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'Will I die?'

'I am terrified!

I do not want to die!

My mind has been consumed with ideas of death, and I am unable to think clearly. "Son, remember to take a step back and adjust your breathing if you're in a stressful predicament.", Dad? In this stressful moment, I recall my father's advice. I Slowly and Quietly close the door without making any noise and take a step back to evaluate what I should do, the letter stated that it just needed to glance. I suddenly noticed my closet near my bed and had an idea. what if I hide inside my closet? Is this going to work? I immediately open my closet door and enter. I had no idea that this decision would put me in risk.