I'm Watching

I woke up at 3AM to my dog growling at my bedroom door. She never does that. I got up,

opened it, and she bolted downstairs. I followed her down and found my front door wide open.

Cold air rushing in. I know I locked it. I always lock it.

That's when I noticed muddy footprints on my kitchen floor. Fresh ones. Leading from the

door to the hallway. My blood went cold. I grabbed a knife and checked every room.

Nothing. No one. But in my bathroom, the mirror was fogged up.

Someone had written two words: I'm watching. I called the cops immediately. They came,

searched everything, found nothing. But they did find something I missed. My back door lock