I was typing at my desk, in the dorm, on a Saturday, late at night. I thought I heard footsteps coming to my door, but I ignored it because I figured it was probably a student walking by. I continued typing until I examined the computer really closely. I froze when I saw the reflection of a tall, shadowy figure, at my door, five feet behind me. I turned around quickly, but no one was there. I noticed the door was opened. My heart pounded fast. That was when I realized someone was stalking me.

I wake up. I walk to my roommate, Cherry, to tell her my story. Then, we notice there is colored lights flashing at our window. Out the window there is police cars and yellow tape surrounding the area. We run down to the scene and a dead female and male student is being covered with a blanket. I tell these two FBI agents what happened to me last night. So the police hired a bodyguard to protect me.

Cherry turns the news on. There is no evidence of whoever the murderer is. So there is a curfew for everybody, at this college at 8:00 p.m. until this college is safe.

I check through my E-mail. My eyes widened when I read my last message written from 'No Name,' and it said, "I know who you are and I know where you live." There is no clue to where this message came from.

Things got worse. Everyday, I got threatening messages for two weeks and almost every day, there was a murder. I lived in terror, not knowing when he will get me.

It's Christmas Eve. Almost everybody left to go home to his or her family, but me. Cherry will be leaving at any moment, so she wishes me good luck. My bodyguard has to stay with me. He 's having a lunch break so I walked down to the mailroom. I have a card that says, "You're next!" When I turned around a masked man grabs my throat and he is taking out his knife.

I kicked him hard and ran, screaming for help. Why doesn't anyone hear me?! I have nothing to protect me and there is no one to help me! He is running after me.

I run to my room and lock it. I put many heavy objects to the door. I dial 911, tell them my name, and my phone line goes dead. What do I do now? The loud banging starts and continues on my door from him trying to break in. I look out the window. It is too high, but I will try to climb down. I unlock the window, then try to pull it up. It won't open! It's stuck! There's no other way out!

Then there is silence. Lightning and thunder starts and there's no power. My heart is pounding harder by the minute. The only weapon I have is a Swiss army knife. Then, "BOOM!" he breaks through the door with an ax and jumps through the door. He raises the ax and then, "WHAM!" Cherry popped out of nowhere and whacked him hard with a bat. The police arrives, lifts the mask, and we discover the killer is the bodyguard.

It took a few weeks for me to get over my fear. So many questions are unanswered. Police were unable to identify who he really was or where he came from. That day he went to prison and committed suicide. All questions about him remain unexplained, and forever a mystery.