I turned, astonished to find a person standing in the entrance to my bedroom. He was tall, with curly black hair, and dark skin. His head was tilted to one side as his brown eyes inspected me with the same expression of surprise as my own. He was young, but an adult, probably in his early twenties. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.
"Hello," I replied uncertainly. "Sorry, but who are you?"
The young man's eyes crinkled with confusion. "Um...I live here!"
My eyebrows shot up and for a moment, I just stood there, speechless. Then I said, "This is my room."
The man looked around the room slowly and then shook his head. "No, this is my room. This is my home. I live here." His eyes met mine again and I saw no surprise, no confusion in them. This time, I saw hostility. "Who are you?"
My own shock was draining away. I met his gaze and held it. "My name is Raven. I live here, and this is my room. You're in the wrong house. Now please leave."
The man stared at me for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, ma'am. Alright. I'll leave. Just...one thing."
I raised my eyebrows. "What?"
He opened his mouth, then shut it, shaking his head. "Nothing. I'm sorry."
Turning on his heel, he moved away from the door, heading for the stairs. I followed, making sure he really was leaving. At the bottom of the stairs, he opened the front door, and then looked back at me. He was smiling. Then he left.
I shook my head, not understanding what had happened. And how had he gotten in? The front door had been locked. I glanced at the mirror that hung at the top of the stairs. And stared.
I was wearing a black skirt, and the dark green blouse a friend had given me for my twenty-first birthday. I had on green pumps, and my curly dark hair hung loosely down to my shoulders. I wore no make up and my dark skin was as dark as it usually was. My brown eyes widened with surprise, and I raced down the stairs, nearly tripping in my effort to open the door. I raced out onto the street, looking around for the man.
He was gone.