You look at the clock and see that it's midnight. Once again, you've managed to stay up late binge-watching some series on Netflix. A yawn escaped your lips as you headed to your bedroom. Your parents were away on business about two towns over, so that left just you in the house. You weren't afraid to be at home by yourself, because you had done it so many times. It just didn't phase you anymore.
You checked to make sure everything was locked on the way to your room. With everything taken care of safety-wise, you could now get relaxed. You walked over to your nightstand and flicked your lamp on, before switching off the overhead light. You walked over to your bed and got settled in. You didn't bother to turn the lamp off, because you wanted to be able to see around the room if something were to happen. Before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep sleep.
You were awoken by what sounded like footsteps in the hallway. You knew that there shouldn't be anyone else in the house. You had locked every door and window before you went to sleep. The footsteps got louder and louder. It sounded like heavy boots were dragging across the floor. You reached for the bat that you kept under your bed. Your dad had insisted that you have it just in case somebody were to break in. He said you would probably never need it, but it looked like never was happening tonight.
With the bat in hand, you got up and walked to your bedroom door. You listened carefully to see if you could hear anything on the outside. The whole house fell silent, and the shuffling had stopped. You figured it would be a good idea to call your dad and ask him what to do. The only problem was that you left your phone on the coffee table in the living room. You knew you had to go get it, but the very idea of what could be out there scared the living hell out of you.
"You can do this," you say out loud to yourself. "There's nothing to be afraid of."
Deep down, you hoped the words that were coming out of your mouth were true, but something told you that they weren't. You opened your bedroom door and looked around. The house was dark, but you could still see a tiny bit thanks to the moonlight that showed through the windows. You stepped into the hallway with great caution. The living room was just a few feet away.
You sucked in a gulp of air and moved forward. Your heart was beating so fast that it made you lightheaded. When you finally made it to the table, you grabbed your phone and ran back to your bedroom. You dialed your dad's number and waited for him to pick up. It went to voicemail the first time, so you tried again. It went straight to voice mail again.
"Damn." You cursed as you realized you were completely alone.
The shuffling started up again, and it was louder than the first time. The sound stopped just outside your door. You heard ragged breathing, but no words were spoken. You stilled yourself as you waited for whatever was about to happen next.
Your gaze shifted to the window on the other side of the room. It wasn't very wide, but you could probably fit through it. You crawled over to it, not wanting to make any noise. You definitely didn't want whatever was on the other side of your door to hear you. You carefully unlocked the window and slid it open.
You stuck your head out and looked around. The coast was clear. You had one foot out the window when you heard what sounded like the lock to your door being picked. You had to act fast. You swung your other leg over the window seal and planted your feet on the ground. You sighed a breath of relief once you were finally on the outside.
You heard the door swing open. You knew whoever or whatever it was had saw you. You take off running, hoping to get help. When you reached the road, you didn't see any cars at all. You had no choice but to keep running until you saw something that insured your safety. You ran all the way to the corner store that was up the road from your house. You felt relieved that you weren't alone anymore.
"Help!!" You screamed as you ran into the store.
"What's wrong dear." The man asked, visibly alarmed at the current state you were in.
"I think someone has broken into my house. I heard a bunch of footsteps and then whoever it was got into my room. I ran all the way here. Please help me!!" You begged.
"I'm calling the cops." The clerk said.
He walked behind the counter to the wall phone. He dialed 911 and proceeded to tell them what happened. They showed up in less than ten minutes. You were thoroughly questioned before your parents were called.
They made it to where you were surprisingly fast. Your mom wrapped you into the tightest hug possible.
"Oh honey, are you alright. Did they hurt you," she asked, frantically.
"No mom. I was able to get away before anything bad happened." you assured her.
We watched as my dad spoke with the cops. you couldn't make out what exactly they were talking about. Soon, he walked over to you.
"They said if we needed anything, feel free to call them." He informed you.
"Let's just get her home," my mom insisted. "She's had a long night."
you were apprehensive about going back into the house, but you knew you needed sleep. When we got back home. You said goodnight to your parents and headed to your room. Maybe you would be able to get some sleep and forget about what happened. You crawled into bed and instantly felt relaxed. You moved your hand to support your head under your pillow. There was a piece of paper that hadn't been there before. You pulled it out and read the words that were written across it. It read:
You might have gotten away this time, but I'll be back.
