Personal Narrative

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This entire week, the young boy had been acting awfully strange. Not in a bad way, I just don’t think he has ever been this nice to me. I had begun to think maybe something was wrong, something was up, but I couldn’t think of anything, he was only being nice. Although, every night around the same time, every time, I think I'm hearing something. I had tried to think of a rational reason that I was hearing things, maybe a mouse. But no, every night this past week I hear my door opening. Maybe I’m just becoming senile and paranoid, but it feels so real. I can feel the cold air come in from the outside, and it wakes me. Maybe I am becoming senile and paranoid, I sound like a madman! I’ve began to think maybe it is the young boy, spying on me? I’m not sure, I’m almost positive the young boy doesn’t have anything against me, from every encounter that I can recall, I have been nothing but nice to him! …show more content…

In fact, every morning he would come into my room with a cheerful tone that was nothing less than absolutely genuine, asking me how my nights sleep was. The young boy would not be so thoughtful if he had it out for me. But, the entire night leading up to me falling asleep, I felt a terrible dread that I just couldn’t shake. Why I had felt this, I’m not sure but I felt something awful was going to happen. I know it sounds ridiculous. That whole night I could not fall asleep. I just layed there in my bed, staring at the ceiling, out the window. Eventually I had fallen asleep, after about an hour and a

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