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"Yes, mom, I'm going!" I rushed out the door. I woke up late...again. But this time it was because I had stayed up into the early morning hours poised by my bedroom door with a knife. Something...some/one/, was knocking all night on the front door. Some odd things have been happening, I've felt eyes on me, but never like this. This was the moment of truth-I had a problem, and not an easy fix either. I had a stalker.