This happened about a year ago and it still freaks me the fuck out. So I was in my room at night, sitting in my chair, masterbating with the lights on. A few minutes it I hear this sound that surprised me but I couldn’t quite pin down what it was. I shrug it off and go back to what I was doing. Then a few minutes later I hear that sound again and realize it sounds like the iPhone sound when you take a video. I froze. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was facing the window you see, and my cat had broken my blinds a little. But my window faced the side of a house so I was never worried about it. I pull out my phone and hit the record buttons a few times just the make sure I was right about what the sound was. I was, in fact, right. Come to find out that in a fight or flight situation, there is a third option: freeze. Because apparently that’s what I do when I’m afraid, I feel almost paralyzed. Then I hear footsteps on the leaves outside my window, but still I can’t move. After a couple minutes I finally get dressed and go to tell my step dad what had just happened (I left out the masterbating part because, well you know). He goes around the side of the house, but of course he isn’t there anymore. He and my mom tried to convince me that it must have just been a cat in the leaves and the neighbors dryer making the noise. But I know what I heard. I went to my window and held my camera up to the crack in my blinds and it lines up perfectly with my chair. Literally framed it. I have no way to prove that it actually happened, and no way to know who it was. I was newly 17 at the time and I can’t help but wonder if I’m in some pedophiles child porn stash or on some porn site. I’m so angry that I have to feel so violated and unsafe in my own bedroom. I have no way of persecuting this guy, whoever it was, and I’m so angry and scared. To my knowledge it has never happened again, but I can’t help but fear that it has or will.