9:28 a.m.
Every morning I’m left alone. My only company is our dogs. This morning they started barking like mad, but my mistake was in thinking that no one was there. So I told them to hush and, when that didn’t work, I went to the front window myself.
Then I saw the man.
He came strolling down the road and I thought he’d go on, but he cut through our yard. He was wearing a rusty-red hoodie, jeans, and a ball cap. His hair looked dark, but shadows were thrown on his face. My heart was pounding in my chest as I snuck to the window. When I peered out he was rummaging through our rubbish heap. It looked like he placed something, a white and orange object, behind the broken armchair. What was it? I scurried into the bathroom for a better look, but by that time he’d vanished.
Tuesday, March 28
9:45 a.m.
He’s back. He came down the road like before. Now he’s poking around in the garage. I’m so afraid and the dogs won’t stop barking. My heart’s pounding in my chest. Chester’s sitting on my bed, barking out my window. Daisy’s hiding downstairs, but a shrill bark hits my ears every now and again. A crash just came from the garage. What’s going on? I’m going to get Papa’s baseball bat.
10:12 a.m.
He left. Is he just a neighbor? Maybe Papa told him it was alright to come and borrow something. I’ve tried calling the work number, but no one answers. I think it must be the neighbor – it really does look like Mr. Georges. Then again, I haven’t seen him for a while so I’m not sure.
My nerves keep mounting higher and higher. If he comes back again, I’m calling the police. What was that? It sounds like footsteps on the deck!
10:15 a.m.
Someone was on the deck –- there’re muddy footprints everywhere. But now I don’t know where he went. The metal fence just rattled, I heard the gate creak open. I’m so afraid, oh God, please protect me.
I’m going to call the police.
10: 21
The phone lines have been cut. Does he know I’m in here?
10:30
Still no sign of him. If it is the neighbor, I’ll make sure one day he knows how much grief he’s caused me.
10:35
Footsteps on the deck again. Chester’s sprung off my bed and is barking and growling like mad at the door in the kitchen. Now there’s footsteps on the upper deck. Taking Papa’s baseball bat and going to take a look.
10:38
God, it’s definitely not Mr. Georges! The man has an ax. I screamed when I saw him and ran. Locked myself in my bedroom, huddled on bed. Can’t find cell phone. Chester’s still barking.
Oh, God, the glass just shattered! He’s in the house. Chester stopped barking. What happened? So afraid. Something just broke in kitchen. Floor in hallway is creaking. He’s stopped. My door knob’s rattling. He’s pounding on the door, but can’t get in. Oh God! Door’s open. He’s here. Scared. Oh, please don’t –
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I wrote this quickly this morning because I couldn't get it out of my head. Please tear it to pieces. 
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Edited March 30.
