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Prompt #4: Home invasion (MysteryThrillerIN)

"From the comfort of your bed, you check your video doorbell to see if a disputed delivery was left yesterday and who took it. Instead, you see a stranger letting themselves into your house. You do not see them leave."

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My awesome dream, where I was defeating alien ninja warriors on planet Jupiter, was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

Roused from my sleep, I checked my phone on the nightstand by my head and squinted as I tried to read the time on the bright screen. 

"It's seven in the evening," I muttered as I rolled on my back. My nap was longer than I wanted, and if I didn't get up soon, I would miss my Maghrib (sunset) prayer. Also, someone was at the doorbell, and I needed to answer as my parents were out on important affairs, leaving me alone to tend to the house.

I pulled out my phone again and checked the video doorbell app. Maybe it was the delivery guy with my order. Suddenly, sleep escaped my eyes as I realised, in horror, that someone was entering my house from the back, and it was not the delivery guy.

I jumped out of bed and quicly put on my clothes. I then grabbed my phone and called the police before following up with a call to my parents. Unfortunately, neither of my parents were picking, so I left voice messaged informing them of the break in the calmest way possible. Fortunetely, the police were on the way, and I had an arsenal of deadly weapons in a suitcase under my bed. I pulled the black suitcase out and pulled out my trusty sai and shuriken, firmly strapping them to my waist before slowly leaving my room. 

From the video on my phone, I ascertained that the intruder was going for the first door he found, the garage and from there, he would be able to enter the house. That is if he could enter.

I muttered a small prayer to God and went for the front door, where there was a big circuit box fixed on the wall nearby. I kept myself close to the walls and corners, not only to hide from enemy sight, but also to listen to their steps. My bare feet were cold against the white tiles, not making a sound as I tiptoed down the spiralling stairs. 

Suddenly, my phone vibrated, causing me to jolt and miss my step. I tripped over a step and staggered forwards with my hand firm on the metal railing. In the silence, the stairs screamed. Then, I heard loud shuffling from the garage and thuds. 

The boxes have fallen, I thought to myself. 

Realising that my cover has been blown, I let my self loose and ran down the stairs and straight to the garage. When I reached the garage, I immediately kicked down the door with all my might, sending it crashing onto the intruder, who was trying to get up from the pile of boxes that had fallen over him.

"Hold it, you lousy thief!" I said as I kicked the guy's head.

The man groaned as my foot hit his ear. He flailed his arms as he tried to push his boxes off him and my eyes widened as I realised who the intruder was.

"Tariq!" I cried as I saw our neighbour's son emerging from under the cartons. "What are you doing here?"

"I can explain! I-" he began. However, a loud knock came from front gate, interruprting him, and a swarm of police officers came inside with guns in their hands pointing at both me and Tariq.

"Hands up, now!" one of the officers yelled. "Officers, hand cuff them!"

"But officer I am the daughter of this house!" I cried as the police officers came with handcuffs in their hands. "I reported the crime!"

"I know that, ma'am," the officer replied. "But you are carrying strange weapons that look like knives, and such weapons are illegal."

"So you're gonna take me, even though the weapons are for self-defense?" I asked as I was handcuffed.

"Do you have a license?" the officer asked.

I shrigged my shoulders and said that it was an old family heirloom and that I didn't know whether my parents had issued a license for them, which was the truth. The weapons I carried were more than 200 years old. I had inherited them from my father who had inherited them from his father, and so on.

"Can we at least wait for my parents to arrive?" I asked. "I have already informed them of the robbery. They should be on the way right now."

The officer looked into my eyes for a moment, then he told the officers to take Tariq to wait inside the police car, while he politely asked me to stand by the garage door while he stood by another patrol car, waiting for my parents. 

God, I'm gonna be in so much trouble when Dad finds out I exposed our ninja secret to the police.