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I opened the latest snap, and it was a picture of our lower stairs. The footsteps were getting closer.
I tried called 911 again, still nothing.
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The intruder paused at the landing, and I hoped he would waste time searching my actual second floor room for me — but no. He was going up the second set of stairs.
My sweaty hands gripped the hammer as I was forced to listen to him climb every last step agonizing slowly. The climbing finally stopped as I heard the floor creak right outside the door.
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I was so fucking done with these snapchats. I held my finger onto the app, and clicked the little “x” that appeared in the corner. I deleted it.
I heard a scream from outside my door. It wasn’t a gleeful scream or a rallying cry. It was the sound of something in pain.
Something pushed on my door, trying to break it in. Whatever was out there, it had a connection with the the 6-inch piece of glass and plastic in my hand. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. Suddenly, it was obvious.
I placed my iPhone on the ground, and swung my hammer right onto it. The screen shattered and I heard another shriek. I landed blow upon blow on the phone from the hammer, and the cries of pain grew louder. I pounded that craigslist phone until it was in tiny pieces. And everything was quiet.
After a few minutes I plucked up the courage to open the door. There was nothing to be seen.
I went to a neighbor and called the police. They searched the house and didn’t find a trace of anyone. There were numerous stab markings in inanimate objects around the house, and a few puncture holes in the wall. There was no sign of a break-in on the door, and the only physical evidence left was a kitchen knife on the floor outside the room I was hiding in.
I showed the police sergeant at the scene the screenshots I took. They were on my Ipad thanks to my cloud, but he acted super skeptical. He didn’t say it, but he seemed to think it was a hoax.
“Are you sure none of your roommates or friends were here?” He asked while fishing food out of his oversized beard.
As far as I know, the investigation is still open — but I’m not holding my breath. But if you ever get a random friend request on Snapchat, for the love of God, don’t accept it.
