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Enjoy the show. This only came to light a few months ago. Before that, I thought that it had all been a figment of my imagination. For some context, I'm now 21, but for the majority of my childhood, I lived with my nan because

my dad apparently struggles in the role of being a decent human being, let alone a parent.

And my mom at the time was a raging drug addict.

My nan is amazing and created such a safe home for my two younger sisters and myself.

When this went down, I was about eight.

My room was in the back of the house with a big window that gives a clear view of our

huge backyard.

I always slept with my blinds open, as I liked watching the stars before I went to sleep.

My mom at the time would periodically come back into our

lives, only to pass out at the dinner table and ask for money or throw a maniacal fit in our front lawn.

It's safe to say that she wasn't in a good place, and at that time I didn't know the trouble she was

getting me in, as my nan always tried to shelter me from the shitty things that were going on

around me. This particular night, I went to sleep as usual. However, I woke up around 3 a.m., overwhelmed by a.

crippling feeling of terror. This wasn't unusual as I had extreme anxiety for the most part of my

childhood. I did my usual breathing techniques that my therapist had taught me and I looked through my open door to check that my nan was still in bed.

I always slept with my door open and had my bed position so that if I looked out my door I could see my nan sleeping and instantly felt safe.

I rolled over to have a look at the stars in an attempt to calm myself down.

However, when I rolled over, I saw a black shadow directly out my window.

After focusing for a few seconds, I realized it was a person, two eyes, peering into my window.

Now, I've always loved true crime. I've read countless books on it, and Law and Order

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