Knock. Knock. Knock. It was him. It was him. It was James. "Hold on a minute." I called from upstairs. "There ready." I thought. I sat at the end of my bed to put on my timberlands on when another noise came from the door downstairs. This time the knock became a bang. "Hold on a minute." I yelled down the stairs. I got up from my bed and made my way down the stairs.
As I got half way down the stairs the door handle started to rattle as if he was trying to get in. "Hold on, I'm coming," as I raised my voice in anger.
I got to the door and looked through the spy hole. Something wasn't right. Instead of seeing James , the cute 16 year old I met online, I saw a middle aged man who had medium length, scruffy, brown hair with hints of grey. His face was dirty and stubbly as if he hadn't had a shower in weeks. His eyes looked black and sinister as if I was staring into the devil's eyes. His clothes were old and crusty as if he used them for other cruel deeds. He was about 6 foot tall and stood with his arms folded, legs shoulder width apart and with a slight hunch in his back.
"Who is it?" I said with a tremble in my voice. A deep voice replied. The reply made me step back in fear. "James." "No this cant be." I thought to myself. My body shook in anticipation. "This isnt true."
"Bunny Rabbit come to your Teddy Bear." I locked the door and further and ran to the kitchen to lock the back door but it was too late. The door handle was pulled painfully slow and the door creaked open with a piercing sound.
I ran up the stairs and hid under my bed. Slow loud footsteps trodded after me. I was trapped. He was getting closer screaming "Bunny Rabbit don't be scared."
