I made sure to lock my door and windows tonight after reading tonight's news. A killer was on the loose and I was scared as hell.
I'm completly defensless and not to mention I'm home alone. I quickly texted my mom just to let her know I was okay. The sound of lightning made me jump causing me to drop my phone. I cursed under my breath hoping I didn't crack the screen. As I reached down to get it the power suddenly went out causing my heart to beat faster.
My breathing increased as I heard the lock of the front door being picked soon followed by heavy footsteps. I ran to the closet hoping this was all a dream but sadly it wasn't. I quietly sobbed when I saw a dark figure emerge into the living room, by the outline I could tell it was a man. I held my hand to my mouth to stop me from screaming.
The figure continued walking around like he was looking for something. He picked up one of my photo albums. I heard him chuckle as he admired the photos of me. I then realized I had my phone but realized I left it on the floor. While the unknown figure was busy looking at my photos I quietly opened the closet door and tiptoed to the kitchen being as quiet as I can possibly be.
My breathing could be heard at every creak the floor made that I stepped on. When my phone came to view I went to get it but was stopped by a hand snaking around my waist.
