But the WORST part was - he was sitting in the front parlor with all of the lights off, a drink in hand. Not doing anything - just staring at me with a truly scary expression. I RAN upstairs and cleaned the bathrooms and carpets, then folded laundry. I snuck back downstairs and he was still there. I got the dogs and went upstairs, but I was afraid to go to sleep. He's never been physically violent, but for some reason I was really afraid of him last night.