I was outside, in front of my house, doing something...watering some plants, maybe. I kept thinking, "I hope no one drives by and says something to me!" It was late at night, and I was very scared. A few minutes passed, and a guy in a car pulled up into our driveway. He was watching me. Looked exactly like David Arquette. When I noticed him sitting there, I started to run into the house, praying that he wouldn't come after me. He didn't, thankfully, but he did call out, "Hey! Wait! I want you!" I was terrified out of my mind. Eventually, I got inside and slammed the door.
The next night, I went out to dinner with my mom. When we got home, the doors were standing wide open. All the lights were off. I almost had a heart attack. I knew it was him, I knew "David" was in there, waiting to rape and murder me. My mom and I turned all the lights and stuff on, and bravely went upstairs. My dad (who was nowhere to be found) had a sickle/scythe/something like that stored in our laundry room, and I got it out to use as a weapon. All the rooms upstairs looked just as we'd left them, but I still felt totally violated. Like "David" had nosed through my clothes and personal things. My mom and I went into her bedroom and backed against a wall. I told her to call 911. Suddenly, "David" crept in, with a huge grin on his face. I almost collapsed in tears, I was so frightened. I raised the sickle with one arm and prepared to give him a good whack, but he snatched my free hand and begin to squeeze it. He apparently had a razor blade in his hand, and I felt it digging into my palm. I put the sickle down.
