“Oh, God, please help me!” That was all I could think, pray; I sure couldn’t speak because fear now was the only emotion I felt.  He followed me home from the coffee shop where I get my latte every morning. I could tell he was eyeing me, but avoided his gaze. I had never seen him before. He was in his thirties, I guess, blond tangled shoulder length hair and a tee that bragged, “I get it every night”! When I got home, he was standing in front of my door, took out a knife, and ordered me inside. SCREAM!!