I won't meet the man who comes out of my tv at night

[Removed as I'm concerned about the level of detail and even though my chambers account is new, it's the only one I've ever had. Bit worried about future stalkers etc. Apologies. Hope you can still enjoy the story without it] <br><br>It started back in 2018. I woke up one night, reaching for the water glass I keep next to my bedside table. It was maybe 4am? I remember it was freezing, the bed sheet I had was no match for the dark winter nights and I was tossing and turning, far from able to sleep. Anyways. When I reached for the water I noticed there was a man standing in my room. He was tall, standing at maybe 6ft5, with broad shoulders and the rest of his body to match. He looked extremely muscular and strong, like a body builder I guess. His face was chiseled, square jawed and there was something about it that I just can't explain, something off. I don't know if I believe in this sort of thing, but he looked like... a shadow person I guess. Those entities people claim to see that are tall, imposing figures that appear black in color. Except this man wasn't black. He had normal looking, tanned skin like a regular person. Anyways. When I first saw him I gasped, and he smiled. A creepy, sideways sort of grin with lots of teeth. Not the kind of smile you'd give to an old friend you haven't seen in a while, not that kind of smile at all. I was frozen in terror, and when I was finally able to speak I asked him "who are you?" in a quiet and trembling voice. <br><br>"I'm Jamie. I'm a friend of a friend." Was his reply, and with that he suddenly just... disappeared. One moment he was there, the next I could have sworn I was hallucinating. That's what I told myself the next morning, and the next few days after. That is, until I saw him again. It was a night just like any other. I was alone in my apartment, it was dark and raining, I was sitting on my sofa, laptop balanced on my knees, just browsing Reddit. I looked up and noticed Jamie standing in front of my tv, just watching me. Same creepy smile as before. I let out this extremely loud, ear piercing scream, totally shocked. I jumped from the sofa and stood by my dining room table, hands shaking and all that. He didn't move, didn't react at all, just kept watching me with an unblinking stare. I finally found the strength to speak after a few minutes, and I asked him "how are you getting in here? How did you get past my front door, why is there no one in the building warning me about you?" And I think I remember there being more questions I asked, but I can't really recall. <br><br>Jamie just chuckled, low in his throat, and said "I told you. I'm a friend of a friend." And again just disappeared into thin air. I was so scared, and I knew I had to find out more about Jamie, how he was getting in and what the hell I could do to make him stop. My front door has a large mortice lock as well as two other locks, one of which is a five lever lock. The building itself is also locked and has an intercom system, so I was sure there's no way he was coming in through the front door. One day after work I decided to check all the access points of my apartment, being a ground floor flat there are a few spots I figured he could potentially get in through, spots I never really use and mostly couldn't be bothered to check. My flat is situated in what was previously a housing estate. The buildings were built in the 50s, and it was turned into private apartments in the 90s. Back when it was council housing, the kitchens were outside, with one communal boiler room for every four kitchens. There are large pipes running the length of the flat, where this communal boiler used to sit. Just off from the living room, in the area where the old back door used to be, there's what I guess you could call an outhouse? It's a small room, the external door is padlocked and the door that leads into the kitchen isn't properly attached to the frame. There's a small gap, just enough for me to stick my fingers in and pull it open. I checked the backyard, and sure enough the lock had been picked, there were scratch marks around the key slot and flaked away paint from whatever tool was used to open it. This had to be where Jamie was getting in, right? The only other way I can think of is through the loft, but that area is locked with a stairway that pulls down, and I can be sure that if someone was messing around in the loft, one of my nosey neighbors would have said something by now. <br><br>For the past two years, I've been trying to find ways to stop Jamie getting in, but nothing seems to work for long. I've had expensive, industrial strength locks put on the kitchen door and the outhouse door, but Jamie is normally only 2-3 weeks behind in picking the lock. I've installed alarms, expensive motion sensor systems, but he always seems to find a way around it. If I move a chair in front of the door, he'll just move it. If I stack objects up to barricade him, he'll just throw it all to the side. I've even resorted to super gluing the door shut, which I'm not proud of. You can guess how that turned out. I've done my best to try and avoid Jamie, but it's hard. He's there all the time, and I'm starting to feel like I'm losing my mind. I've tried to get help from my landlord, but when I told him about Jamie he just looked at me like I was crazy. He's done a few checks and he just thinks the whole thing is strange, but not that big of a deal. I've tried calling the police but again, they just send someone over and do a quick check of the place. I don't know if this is the right sub for this, or where else I can go. I'm at a loss as to what to do about Jamie, and it's getting to the point I don't know how much more I can take.