One day when I came home from college, I found a note from my parents saying that they had left and wouldn't be back until the weekend.
I didn't have much homework to do, so I went to my room and opened my laptop.
After browsing the internet for a few minutes, I got bored and started looking for sites to do video chat.
Meeting some weird and useless people, I tried to find someone I could talk to.
Just as I was about to give up, a girl appeared on the screen.
She looked like she was crying and she covered her mouth with her hand, as if she was trying not to make a fuss.
When I looked closer, I could see fear in his eyes.
She started typing ...
Stranger: Please help me!
Me: What happened?
Stranger: Hurry and call the police!
Me: what? Why?
Foreigner: There are foreigners in my house.
Me: Is this some kind of joke?
Stranger: NO! Quick, you have to help me!
Me: OK OK .. I'll help you.
Stranger: Hurry and call the police to come to my house!
Me: Why don't you call them yourself?
Foreign: My phone is dead. I myself. Someone broke into my house. I heard him climbing the stairs so I hid in the cupboard. I was using a laptop at the time. The first page that opens is this chatroom. You are the first to connect with me. Hurry up, you have to believe me!
Me: Are you sure this isn't a joke?
Stranger: I'm serious.
I don't know what to do. All these things can be a joke. But, what if this girl really needs my help?
I can't just ignore it. I concluded there was NOTHING more I could do. I have to call the police.
Me: Okay, I'll call the police for you. Give me your name and address.
Stranger: My name is Lisa. My address is ...
As she was typing, I had dialed emergency services on my cell phone.
When I saw the address she sent me, my phone slipped from my fingers and hit the floor.
That's my address.
I felt scared and trembling. I just sat there staring at the photo of the girl on the webcam.
Her eyes begged me, begged me to help her. Tears rolled down her cheeks.
Slowly, I turned my head and stared at the cupboard beside my bed.
My heart is beating fast. Cold sweat fell from my forehead.
With trembling hands, I took my laptop and approached the wardrobe.
The floor suddenly creaked as I was near the wardrobe.
In the video chat, I could see the girl suddenly flinched as if she heard something.
She closed her mouth, shivering with fear.
I loosened up my left hand and snatched the handle of the entryway. The girl is still on video chat, shaking and crying.
I gripped the cupboard handle tightly, and in one swift motion, I opened the cupboard door.
From inside the cupboard, I heard screams of fear.
But the cupboard is empty.
When I looked back at my laptop screen, the girl was cut off from the video chat.
The whole incident left me so breathless that I couldn't stay in the room too long.
I went to sleep on the sofa downstairs.
When my parents came back, I told my parents what had happened.
My mom just laughs it off, but my dad is really curious. He said he would ask his neighbor about it.
What he got really scared me.
Many years before, there was a family living in the house where my family now lives. A man, his wife and their teenage daughter.
One night, when the girl's parents were about to come out, the intruders suddenly entered the house.
When the parents came home, they found their daughter in the bedroom wardrobe.
He was stabbed to death.
The killer was never found.
And the name of the victim is Lisa.