>be me>home alone at night >house completely silent>hear something fall in the kitchen>go check it out>nothing there>ok cool just my imagination>go back to my room>computer suddenly turns on by itself >screen opens a blank text document>letters start typing by themselves>"I SEE YOU">nope.jpg>try to unplug the computer>it keeps typing>"TURN AROUND">slowly turn around>my closet door is open>it wasn't open before>something big steps out of the darkness>floor shaking>lights flicker>not normal footsteps>like someone huge>closet door slowly opens>figure steps out of the dark>tall guy>massive shoulders>arms bigger than my legs >wearing denim shorts and sneakers>green baseball cap pulled low>bright wristbands on both arms>face serious>looks like he just walked out of a wrestling ring>room shaking with every step>he points straight at me>lights flash>and his name is JOHN CENA
>closet door is open>closet door slowly opensstopped reading there