I was startled by a tap at my window as I slept. The wind may have been picking up since the day had dragged on with stormy weather. I shut the noise out fairly quickly. I slipped back into the comfort of my dream when I was awakened by a loud thud on the roof deck outside my window. I flipped on the lamp switch and sat up still for a brief second. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Slowly I crawled out of bed, afraid to look out of the glass to the other side. I fought the fear of thinking an intruder was on the prowl. As i got closer to the window I could feel the suspense and nervousness in my body. I peeked out, and when I did, I saw a pale faced man. He stood at the walkway of my house with his hands in his pockets. I've never seen this man in my life, yet he looked so familiar. All he did was stare at me. I tried to figure out where the noise had come from, when I saw him spring up to the roof deck of my window making the same thudding sound. I stepped back a little afraid, but he was squatted on the other side of the glass just staring at me. And though I tried... I couldnt look away. It was as if his eyes pierced the inner core of my soul, as if I were in some sort of trance. Completely hypnotized by his sight, it wasn't until about two minutes later that I decided to open up the window. He crawled in as if he was the owner of the house itself, and stood before me. His tall six foot two frame over cast me as I stood an entire foot shorter. The skin on his body was as light as a morning fog, with eyes darker than the blackest night. I was speechless. All I could do was think why he was here and what he wanted. I know I keep myself out of trouble, yet I felt like I was knee deep in it. He moved closer to me, but I stepped back. His slender body looked so poised in his black suit. My body trembled and I wondered if he was going to hurt me. He took another step forward and I moved back, knocking into the night stand beside my bed. There was no where to go. He slowly reached out his right hand as I turned my head and closed my eyes tight, certain that he would choke me. He brushed his hand against my cheek that sent a cold shiver shot down my spine. The fingers on his hand felt like icicles which sent goosebumps throught my entire body. I slowly opened my eyes as he took a step back and ran his fingers through his dark oak brown hair. He looked down at his feet, then turned away. I was confused as to why he paid a visit to my room at midnight only to touch my cheek and walk away. Finally I got the courage to exhale and compose myself. He sat down at the foot of my bed and turned to look at me.
"Bella..." he started, with an intense look on his face.
Bella? I repeated in my head. I gave him a stern look thinking, buddy, you got the wrong house.
"Bella..." he started again, this time looking at the floor. "Why did you leave?".
I shook my head, "I'm sorry Sir. But who ever you are looking for... doesn't live here."
He raised his chin and stared deep into my eyes. Slowly he stood up and stepped toward me. As soon as I felt he was centimeters away, I started to breathe heavily.
He ran his fingers trough my hair and whispered, "Bella, its me."