I screamed and bolted out of the bathroom, adrenaline coursing through my veins. “There’s someone in our room!” I shouted, running towards Matt, who had just woken up. He turned pale when I told him what I’d seen. Without wasting a second, he grabbed my arm and rushed me out the door. “Get to the car, lock it, and call 911. Now!” he instructed urgently, his voice trembling. In a daze, I did exactly as he said, clutching the car keys in my shaking hands. My mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation. Who was that man? Why was he in our bathroom? And how did Matt know exactly what to do?
Later that day, after the police arrived and handled the situation, I discovered the horrifying truth. The man in the shower wasn’t a random intruder. He had been hiding in the guest room for days, unnoticed by both of us. But what shook me most was Matt’s response when I asked how he knew to react so quickly.
