Home Alone... I Think

Chapter 3: I'm Safe... I Think

Knock, knock. I jumped up startled, I just laid down so I could FINALLY get some rest. I got up and answered the door, without thinking that I might be in some series trouble. When the door swung open towards me, I couldn't even scream I just stood there like a deer in the headlights and had a horrendous vision of a body, a dead body. It was like a horrible memory, or a flashback of my past. That's when the man that I saw earlier appeared in the doorway. He tried to choke me, but somehow I got out of the choke with a martial arts move. How did I even know self-defense? Was I a black belt in karate or something? "You know why you are here Mazy, you know what you saw, and why you are here" said the man. "Mazy?" I asked. "Quit acting like you don't even know your own name, you didn't lose your memory, and acting like you did won't help you" he spoke angrily. "now, spill what you know kid."