Entry #3 She was waiting for me when I got home from work tonight. "Scottie... I don't need keys to open your doors," she said. I haven't been locking her out intentionally, it's just to keep this guy on my floor away. His name is Max, I'm worried he likes me a bit too much. I'm just careful about my doors because of him. I lock my front door like a normal person of course, but I also lock my bedroom door at night when I go in there. Sometimes I can't even watch the TV in peace because I'm scared of not being behind two locked doors. It's a weird problem of mine. "Why do you have so much trouble looking me in the eye?" I tried to give her the proper respectful eye contact, but she has these cat-like eyes sometimes that bother me. Most days she just has normal grey pupils, but some days, and today specifically, she looked animalistic. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" She laughs weird because of her voice. It's distorted, like it sounds like two people saying the same words at the same time, and one of them is me. She was holding a bayonet today. It was one of those sleek, long ones, with the curved tip. The whole time she's been pointing this at me. As I speak, she's watching over my shoulder and telling me she might put it to my throat. I ask her sometimes what she wants. What she's trying to gain from ME, of all girls in their mid-twenties. She just says, "Scottie, I'm having fun." And I can't argue with that.