[ CW ] Write a horror story with no gore or death , not even implied .

It started with.little things. 
 
 A floorboard would creak. A door would open. Keys and similarly small objects would seem to move when I was n't there. Little things. 
 
 Then it grew. I'd feel eyes staring at me. The bed might sink down like someone was sat next to me. I might feel a hand on my cheek. 
 
 I was convinced it was my mind playing tricks on me. A single woman, living alone in such a large house! My father would have called it unnatural, were he still living. 
 
 Then a male friend stayed over and experienced... something. I do n't know what happened; he just left in the middle of the night. I saw him the next day with a broken nose. All he said was that he fell out of bed and went home to sort his nose out. 
 
 After that, whatever was going on turned more defensive. I'd come home to find the spare bedroom door locked. My store of condoms ( in case my dates did n't have any spare ) would turn up in the bin. Even my cigarettes would be snapped in half. 
 
 I tried a Ouija, but all I got was the letter'D' over and over again. Now I just try to live with it. I quit smoking. I stopped bringing guys over without shouting it out to whatever was in my house first. I even started wearing less-revealing clthes after I found my skimpier outfits shredded in the corner of my wardrobe. 
 
 So... that's my story.
