The Intruder

Chapter one

I was sleeping peacefully in my two-bedroom apartment that was situated in the suburbs, I was living alone. When suddenly I was woken up with a jolt. I heard glass breaking in the living room. It was dark, only the lights from the dimly lit street lights were lighting up my tiny apartment. I got up as quietly as I possibly could and unplugged my phone from the charger that was at my bedside table. I quickly dialed 911 with shaky hands, panting softly from the anxiety and adrenaline running through my body. I pressed the green call button and waited patiently as I heard the ringtone beep a couple of times against my ear. I could hear soft footsteps walk around my kitchen next to my bedroom. I tiptoed as quietly as possible to my closet to not gain attention from the robber roaming my apartment. I backed into the closet, closing the door slowly in front of me. Not closing it all the way as it would hit the wall and make noise. The 911 response team finally answered:

"Hello 9-1-1, what's your emergency?"

The voice came through the phone, it was warm and relaxing.

Another glass was shattered, this time in the kitchen. I flinched and curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest.

"Hello, someone's broken into my apartment..."

I whispered as quietly as humanly possible into the microphone.

"Sorry, could you repeat that for me a little louder please?"

I sighed as I didn't want to give myself any unnecessary attention:

"Someone's broken into my apartment, I'm living alone. Glass has been broken and I can hear footsteps walking around outside my room. I don't know if they're armed. Please send help as quickly as possible"

I whispered this time a little louder than before. Thereby also making myself known to the robber. I could hear the footsteps getting closer and stopping in front of my room.

"Okay, I'm sending police right away, I've tracked down your location via telephone poles. They will be with you shortly. Please stay on the line ma'am."

I heard someone put their hand on the door handle to my bedroom, my heart was racing faster than a million race horses at the same time. The door handle was pushed down. I held my breath and decided it would be safer and cleverer if I was standing up, making it faster to escape as I would be able to run, thereby giving me a higher chance of survival if they were to have a weapon.

I could hear them walking around my room with slow quiet steps. They definitely didn't want to get caught. By mistake I'd accidentally tapped the speaker button on my phone when I'd went to stand up. Making it the biggest mistake of my life.

Suddenly someone was talking loudly in the closet:

"Hello ma'am, are you still on the line? Police are on their wa-..."

I fumbled with my phone but quickly turned off speaker mode, and started panicking as I now was found. The seconds before he opened the closet doors felt like years. His heavy, fast, determined footsteps towards me made the floorboards shake making my heart beat to the rhythm of them.

He opened the closet doors and I was staring directly into his cold blue eyes. He was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, the hood over his head. I think he was as surprised as I was, when we suddenly were staring into each other eyes. Suddenly his surprised face turned into a creepy menace of a face. Almost like a mask. He weirdly had a grin on his face, when I saw his arm reach back to then let it charge back at me towards my stomach. Before it hit me, I saw the silver shine of a knife from my kitchen. Warmth filled my clothes around the area he hit, it ran down my legs and I started screaming in pain. I fell to my knees putting my left hand on the wound, dropping the phone out of my right hand.