The Man With The Smile

Part #1

    It was around 3:00 AM and my parents were on vacation and they weren't going to be home for a week. I was sitting at home alone, on the second floor of my house, playing video games, and then the power went out.

    I got up and I looked outside to see if it was raining, the weather was perfect, I couldn't see one cloud in the night sky. I grabbed my flashlight from off my shelf, I turned it on, I opened up up my bedroom door, the hinges creaked.

    I walked down the hall passing the bathroom, then the hall closet, then my parents bedroom, and finally passing the office room. I walked down the stairs into my living room. In the living room sits a black leather couch, a coffee table a 30 inch flat screen, pictures of me lined the white walls, also some pictures of my parents. I walked into my kitchen and I located the basement door. I opened it and I began to walk down the stairs, it got warmer, I walked over to the the breaker box, it was perfectly fine so I went back up to my room.

    I played a game on my phone for about fifteen minutes, waiting to see if the power to come back on, I texted my mom and told her what happened, she just said that it will probably be back on soon, and that I should just wait. Then I heard my front door open and then close. I looked out my window to see if someone was parked in my driveway and there was someone. I saw a car that hadn't been there earlier, it was a black old rusty 1990 Plymouth Voyager. I began to panic, I heard some noises from downstairs. This went on for about five minutes, I finally built up the courage to go down stairs and check it out.

    I walked over to my closet stepping over all of the things on my floor and on my closet door there was a mirror and in that mirror there was a boy, he was 14, 5ft, he had black hair, green eyes, jeans, and a t-shirt, that boy was me.

    "You can do this," I said to myself in the mirror.

    I opened up my closet door and I pulled out my metal baseball bat. I closed the door and I walked to my room door. I reached out for it but then I hesitated and I drew back. I took a deep breath and once again, with my baseball bat ready, I reached out for the doorknob, I turned it, and opened my door.

    I made my way down the hall and to the stairs. I descended down to the main floor of my house, I made my way into the kitchen, staying as quiet as a mouse. Then I saw him. His back was facing me, he was about 5ft. 10in. He turned around, he had a mustache, he had short black hair, his clothes looked like a dog had used them as a toy, he looked to be in his late 30's. He had a smile on his face, the way he stared at me, it wasn't a happy smile, it was the smile of a very mentally disturbed person.

    "Who are you," I said trying to hide the fear in my voice but failing.

    He didn't respond.

    "What are you doing in my house, you can't just walk into people's houses like that man, it's illegal, so leave," I said getting angry.

    The man, once again, did not respond.

    "Are you freaking deaf?", I yelled angrily. "Do I need to spell it out for you? G-E-T O-U-T O-F M-Y H-O-U-S-E. I brought down this bat for a reason I will hi-"

    He charged at me, I hit him in the side with the bat and he fell to the ground. I tried to back away from him but he grabbed my right foot and pulled me to the ground, causing me to drop my bat making a clink sound as it hit the kitchen tile. He got up, and he still had that demented smile on his face. I was so scared, I couldn't scream, I couldn't talk, I couldn't do anything. He stood up and then preceded to pick up my bat and he swung at me. Still on the floor, I rolled over to the side dodging the hit. I hurried to my feet, and I charged at him.

    He swung the baseball bat in my direction but I ducked, the bat nearly missing my head. I punched him in the face as hard as I could he stumbled backwards. I pushed him into the counter and I punched him again, and again, and again. He head butted me and I almost fell. He kicked me really hard in the leg and I fell to the ground. He hit me repeatedly, then he pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the leg, I let out yell. I reached for my bat and I swung at him as hard as I could and I hit him in the head, he fell to the ground, I had knocked him out.

    I got up off the ground, I stood for a minute in great pain trying as hard as I could to process what just happened to me, my adrenaline draining from my body. I felt the pain it hit me like a bus. As fast as I could go, I limped my body up the stairs, leaving a trail of blood, each step I took the pain got worse and worse. The pain got to much for me to handle, when I reached the top of the stairs I fell to the ground, I tried to stand back up but I couldn't get up, so I began to crawl. I made it to my bedroom. I reached for my phone and I called 911.

    "Hello, what your emergency," said a lady.

    "There I-I-is a man in my house, we got in a fight I knocked him out and he stabbed me. I live on 5690 South Merak Drive. P-p-please hurry," I said.

    I hung up the phone, I heard my front door open and then close. I then heard a car start, I made my way to the window I pulled myself up and I looked, outside the car was gone, the man had escaped. After that we had moved to a different state, my parents fearing that the man might come back. The man was never found.