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I woke up with a start, my heart pounding. I was sure I heard it again. I heard the noise again. I didn’t dare get out of bed. Who knows what the cause is? Most likely a raccoon, but still, I wasn’t taking chances. I felt around for my flashlight, and switched it on. I looked around the room, and everything seemed normal. I turned it off, and put my head back on the pillow. As soon as I was in the state of half-sleep, I heard a sharp clang of metal hitting metal. I screamed, and jumped out of bed to turn the light on. I would never let my parents leave me alone in the house again. The light, for some reason, refused to switch it. I sighed in exasperation, and timidly opened the door. The light from the kitchen reached me, and I ventured out. There were no more noises. I turned on the kettle, and made a cup of tea to settle my nerves. This was getting altogether crazy. Then, in the dead silence, there was the sound I had been hearing. I’d been hearing it ever since my parents went on a business trip, a week ago, always after midnight. Always when I was alone in the house, with all the windows and doors locked. Click. Click. Click. There was someone on my computer. Someone using the mouse. Click.