I sat in fear not knowing what will happen next, the whole idea of him possibly being on the other side of the door was killing me. I'm here cowering in the corner waiting for help to arrive but all I can do is wait. 

I could finally hear footsteps walking around downstairs making their way up to the second floor. I covered my mouth with my hands to muffle any noise I could make. I can recall seeing him as I was coming down the stairs. He didn't notice me since he was facing where I got a side view of him. 

His face looked burnt as though he was recently on fire, assuming how fresh the wounds were on his face, arms, and his clothing was ruined. The smell was that of burnt flesh and...decay. That's why I'm here now. I walked back up and locked myself in. I distinctly heard the footsteps finally reach the top of the stairs. I heard doors slowly opening from the other end of the hall. The sounds grew louder as they came closer. My heart was in sync with the footsteps closing in on me. 

They became silent as they reached my bedroom door and to my surprise, he didn't try to enter. The silence lasted for so long and I didn't even dare to move until I heard a man shouting “police”. I shouted that I was upstairs and in response they came up and knocked on the door introducing themselves once again as the local police. I quickly opened the door and in relief but anxiety consumed my words since I quickly carried to explain everything.

 After a few moments with the help of the officers, I was able to calm down to explain the event. The police took note of everything and mentioned this was not the first sighting of this man. However, they were unable to catch him because the front door was already open when they arrived so they assume he must have left some time ago. Those were not the words I wanted to hear but I guess being ok is all that matters at the moment. Since that day, it was always on the back of my mind, the weird thought that whoever it was that day in my home was no longer human.