*Two Years Later*
I'm sitting on my bed watching a movie, it almost midnight, nobody is home except for me and my dog. I hear a car pull up. The engine stops and I hear a car door close.
I look outside and in my driveway sits a 1990 Plymouth Voyager, and right behind it stands a man, I recognize him, he has a smile on his face, the man standing outside is the same man who broke into my house and tried to kill me two years ago.
He notices me staring at him and he looks right into my eyes, his smile grows bigger. He waves and then he walks toward my front door. The Man With The Smile has found me. I reach under my bed and I grab the baseball bat out from under my bed.
"I'm gonna wipe that smile off his face," I say quietly to myself.
YOU ARE READING
The Man With The Smile
Short StoryA boy sits home alone when he hears his front door open, he goes downstairs to see who it is, and it isn't his parents.
