He is in the house. I can hear him moving around downstairs.
I can't remember when I first heard him trying to get in, but it feels like I've been hiding in this closet for hours. I can't stop shaking. At least I managed to grab a knife from the kitchen when I had a chance.
He's coming. Dear God, he's climbing the stairs.
This is it. I can't stop shaking. I can see the headlines now: 'Man murdered in his own home', 'Maniac tortures and mutilates innocent victim', 'Bloodbath', 'Massacre', 'Slaughter'.
He's on the landing. Oh Jesus, he must be just outside the bedroom!
Please God, give me the strength I need to get through this. I just can't stop shaking; but I mustn't let out a breath or he'll surely hear me. Jesus Christ, this is it! I can see the papers: 'Like scene from horror movie', 'Butured with kitchen-knife', 'Intruder lay in wait'.
He's opening the door. He's here!
This is it... but I still can't stop shaking... I'm far too excited. I've been waiting for him to get home for hours.
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Short Horror Stories
KorkuShhh... Don't move. It's right behind you... ------ These are not mine, I have found it on the internet. They are guaranteed to send chills up your spine..
