Stalker.

Hey, I have a story about something that happened to me and I need to get it out, I have spoken to police about it, but nothing has really happened and they haven't said anything to me, I just want to speak out about it because it is making me have a hard time sleeping.

I'm Brodie, I live in North Carolina, in a small town that is pretty wooded.

I'm 22 and I live alone, no girlfriend, and I kind of just keep to myself, I have a 2-story house that my grandparents helped pay for with my cut of their will money (RIP).

As I said before, where I live is pretty wooded, it's pretty in the day but I can admit it can get spooky dark at night, I don't think much of it though because I usually find it relaxing, as if I'm in a void with no worries, just me and my home.

I like to go to the gym later in the day, I come back at night a lot.

I was driving home one night and pulled into my driveway, I was pretty stressed because my ex texted me while I was at the gym and I lost all motivation to finish my workout, but I also hadn't heard from her in almost two years so I wanted to ask why she texted me in the first place.

I hung up on her not long after we called, she cheated on me a while back and I guess she did it to her new boyfriend and wanted to come back.

I made myself some microwaved burritos, I get this kind called El Monterey, its pretty good for its price and where I go, it's almost always bought one get one.

Anyway, I made myself a protein shake and sat on my couch, the TV is in between two windows that look over my back porch and out into the woods. I have gone into it before and it's just a mile or two stretch of forest land that is private property, they didn't have a sign up near me, so I had no idea, but at the end is just some farmland and a barb wire fence.

I was watching a show called Psych, I recommend it.

But while I was watching I noticed movement in my backyard, deer come in often, so I paid it no mind and continued watching my show.

One or two hours pass and I get bored and go to get ice cream from my fridge. I noticed outside that one of my bushes were torn, a chuck of it laid flatten and the branches scattered as if someone jumped on it.

I left it alone for the time because again, wildlife is a common thing here.

It was about 2 AM and I was finally tired and got to bed, I sleep at the top floor even though my master bedroom is at the bottom. I made it into a hangout spot instead, where I store my hockey card binders and other hobby things.

The bedroom is a bit small, but I only need a bed and gaming set up for it.

While trying to sleep I kept hearing this noise, it sounded like when a dry finger rubs across a whiteboard, I was confused and focused. It was coming from downstairs; I walked down and right there was a guy at my window, he was maybe 6'2, taller even.

He had a mask on and wore a black hood and a dark green camo or flannel jacket over it, the mask was white and he had holes for eyes or something but that was it, it was just a white costume mask.

As anyone would, I yelled at him to go. As I dialed for 911, he ran off very quickly into my left neighbor's side of the lawn and then he turned into the woods. I thought about letting it go but I called the cops just in case, an officer came by and I told him everything, then two others looked around the woods for around 10 minutes. They just told me to keep an eye out and left.

About 2 weeks passed by and I was almost calmed; I guess I though he was just a homeless guy or a teen playing a prank, though I wasn't convinced about the prank theory.

Later that night, I ate my shamefully cheap dinner as usual, but I kept looking out at my lawn, it was like this for the whole 2 or so weeks. But this time I saw the guy again.

He was already over halfway through my lawn, I saw his dark figure and bolted to my light switch, I grabbed my Remington and stared out, he hadn't moved much, in fact he was a bit closer.

I didn't open the door; I glanced out the glass and told him that cops were coming, this was a bluff because my phone was already dead by then.

The man just stared at me, he had nothing in his hands, they had some dirty white wrap on them actually, he didn't seem like more of a threat than I was, and I had a strange pride for holding my gun even though I was still scared shitless.

I opened my door to point my gun at him, but when I unlocked the door he just ran off.

I told the cops minutes later and they did a longer search (it was only like, 5 minutes longer than before.)

They said I would be informed about anything if they find any information, but they have yet to contact me.

This was a little over a month ago, I posted my story on a few sites, but nobody really gave their input on it. I don't know who this is but it's making me want to move, I haven't seen him after it all, and I got ring cameras to capture anything that I can but for now I think I'm in the clear.