I walk alone in the streets. its dark but i don't care, I know this town like the back of my hand. As i stroll, i notice a slight drizzle of rain, and a dense fog up ahead. I walk down the street more, moving onto the sidewalk just in case a car is ready to emerge from the fog. I pass the local dumpster, the street light dimly shines on it. I see a man leaning up to it. I have never seen this man around before. He wore a grey-ish white hoodie and black pants. He has extremely dark hair that stops around his shoulders. I would have thought that it was a woman if it wasn’t for his muscular, well built body. He has his hoodie up and I can barely see his face. I just keep walking, paying no more attention to the stranger.
Soon I arrived at my house, and as usual i'm the only one there. Mom has been working late and I stay here alone. I started to get ready for bed. When I finish I jump into bed and try to have the salvation of sleep. Soon enough I doze off into a deep sleep. *CRASH* “Ahh!” I scream as i shoot up. A loud bang and the sound of glass breaking fill my head. Cats must have gotten into something. Crazy animals. I start to fall back asleep when I start to hear noises. These noises are in a pattern. It goes, boom, tap, boom, slide, then pauses for about three seconds, then starts again. I start to wonder what it was. No cat could make that loud of a noise. I start getting scared. I grab my phone, ready to call 911, because, someone’s in my house. I listen closely to the noises. They are getting closer, and closer to my bedroom with every second that goes by. Boom, tap, boom, slide. Now my heart jumps out of my chest. With step he takes my heart gets louder. If he gets any closer I’m sure he could hear it. Then, when i thought things couldn’t get any worse, I see a shadow in front of my door. I try to scream but my lips won’t let me. My brain tells my to flee, but I’m paralyzed. The door opens, and when it does, i see who is standing there. the man who stood near the dumpster. I drop my phone in shock, and all my lips let me say was, “No.” The man approaches me, ever so slowly. Boom, tap, boom,slide.
I see what is making the noise. The man has heavy boots on. That's what is making the boom. He has glass shards in his leg from busting through the window and he is dragging it behind him with a trail of blood, that's the sliding sound. And the tapping noise is from something in his pocket hitting his belt. He is at the foot of my bed now. I finally see his face, and wished i hadn't. His face was almost completely burnt off. Blistering, red, and large chunks of flesh are gone. Then I remember a story on the news. “Normal 19 year old boy loses sanity, kills family and sets his house on fire with himself inside!” Headlines everywhere. Then just the other day I hear about Him breaking out of the mental house. Which, just so happens to be 20 minutes away from my house. Boom, tap, boom, slide. He’s now at the side of my bed, only about arm length away from my face. *Run! Run away! Save yourself!* my brain yells at my body. I still can’t move nor speak. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the item that was hitting his belt. A Lighter. I cry in fear. He puts it up to my nose and right before he lights me up like a Christmas tree, I hear a door close. “MOM!” I manage to scream. He smiles evilly.
He gets really close to my face. In tears, weak, and unable to move, i’m pretty sure this psycho is going to kill me. I start to pray that he leaves my family alone, when he grabs my cheeks. “WAKE UP!!” he screams. My world spins around and goes dark. The I get a huge smack in the face by reality. I shoot up as fast as i can, then put my hand on my forehead. I was only dreaming? All of a sudden I hear a tapping on my window. I whip around in fear. Only to be debunked by my old willow and the wind. I turn back around in relief. To my horror, the man with the burnt face is hovering over me with his face only a half inch away from mine. He smiles, and with a gruff voice he whispers in my ear, “Sweet Dreams, Sweetheart~” And at that moment I realized. It’s Kill… or be, Killed.
