Entry 02
Unknown date
I saw him again tonight.
I waited by the window to see if he would show up again. Even after it happening so many times now, I'm still trying to convince myself that I'm just imagining all of this, so I waited by the window in hopes that I wouldn't see him.
I did.
He stood in the same place, but this time he appeared a little later than every other night. The time differed by about ten minutes. I don't know if I should be disturbed by this or not. The fact that he appeared at a different time would be proof that this is real, after all, wouldn't it? There's a part of me that really doesn't want that. But I still want to know.
After I saw him, I ran outside to see if I could catch him before he disappeared. I want to know why he stands outside my apartment every night. Maybe he's simply mistaking me for his girlfriend or something. That would be a relief, but if that was the case, I would certainly feel sorry for his girlfriend.
When I got outside, just as I had feared, he was gone. I stood there in the dark for several minutes afterward, glaring into the darkness in hopes that I would see him off in the distance. At least if I saw him walking away instead of merely disappearing, I would have further proof that this wasn't all in my head.
But I didn't.
He was just gone. Disappeared into thin air.
I couldn't help but feel angry. You come and stand outside of my home every night and stare at me like some sort of stalker, and then when I finally come outside to confront you, you leave? Is there something you're trying to hide from me? Do you not WANT me to talk to you? Are you in fact a stalker?
Are you human…?
Regardless of what he was, he's really starting to scare me. But I still want to know what he wants and why I'm the target of his stalking - if that really is the case. Maybe I should ask around the apartment to see if anyone knows anything about him. But then again, I have no description of him. All I know is that he's male - and I'm not sure how I even know that. The silhouette I see each night simply looks masculine.
I'm going to try and confront him again tomorrow. This time I'll wait for him outside.