Behind doors

Something happenned recently that I don't like one bit, but maybe I'm becoming too habitual.
A couple of days ago, when I got to the town I am at now, I found what seemed to be the perfect safehouse - a house, quite sizeable, whose owner was talking to his neighbour out front about how he's going on a vacation with his family, how he left the keys at the usual place and how cousin such-and-such might come by to look at the house, but it's doubtful. Seriously, don't ever have such conversations out loud in front of your house, someone less friendly than me could be listening in on it.
The "usual place" was under an empty flower pot near the door, the plan was to call the cousin (family member's phone numbers are usually deceptively easy to find around the house and people with flu sound all the same) and detract her from calling, but in the end I didn't stay there.
That's because as soon as I opened the door I came face-to-face with the faceles abomination, like he knew I was going to be there and waited for me. I froze for a moment and then saw these...tendrils crawling around him on the floor, slammed the door and made a new track record for running a hellishly long distance.
"Okay" I thought "that one was just too good to be true" and went about looking for shelter as I usually do.
He was behind EVERY, FUCKING, DOOR, THAT, I, OPENED, THAT, DAY.
I finally decided to spend the night at a homeless shelter (by now I look the part somewhat), but I managed to find a suitable apartment yesterday, not quite as stocked as the first one would be (i guess), but it does it's job.
I don't know how related that is, but once I settled down I got a heavy case of "the notebooks" - I just filled two notebooks with gibberish, the usual "HE WAITS FOR ME" bull and (X)s in record time. They're burning away right now - they no longer have any purpose and God forbid anyone, especially a slender-free anyone, sees them.

Anyway, I think I'll keep spending my days at the library until I see him there, since he hasn't shown up inside for some reason.

Okay, I'm signing out,
-Pete