My skin runs cold when I open the door to my room. Someone has been to my room!
I feel shivers run down my spine, with my shaking hand still on the light switch.
I stand rooted in the doorway, as my legs turn mushy, and my heart beats like I have been running a marathon.
I look around my messy room, with the couch moved and the cupboards open. This person even has a key, and they locked the door when they finished messing up my room.
What if someone is still in here and they locked themselves in? They could easily see me with the light on.
“Hhhhhhi. Hello?” I try to control my trembling voice. I don’t hear a word or any movement.
I slowly close the door and I hold it tightly before locking. Then, I run to the police station on campus.
“Someone has been to my room, and they ha
