• Waiting... hiding... listening.
    Suddenly i heard him come through the house.
    He checked my mothers room.
    My sisters.
    Soon, the man discovered my room.
    All i could do was panic, and think for the worst.
    Suddenly the man walks away, maybe to the kitchen, or to so if the police heard or something.
    So i hid under the three covers of my unprotective bed... waiting... just waiting.
    Suddenly i heard him come back.
    Stepped in my room stopped, walked toward my bed.
    I could see him through the thin covers of my bed, he didn't show his face, he wore a mask.
    Suddenly he looked down at my bed.
    I didn't Make a sound.
    He must have saw me.
    He pulled out his big murderis butcher's knife.
    I was scared, scared out of my mind.
    Not knowing what was about to happen i got up and ran out... not smart idea.
    He chased me down the hall.
    I fell.
    Suddenly he came up and just stood there menacingly wondering what he wanted to probably do to me.
    I watched him, i noticed i had broke my ankle.
    He just stood there, watching me, intimidating me, i wanted to run, but i couldn't.
    Sitting waiting he watched, tared, and kinda laughed.
    This murderer i wish would just finish me off.
    He didn't so i crawled away only for him to follow.
    I stared like a terrified god that had a gun pointed to it's head,and waited... nothing happened.
    I knew he was trying to make me psycho pathic or something.
    Suddenly he raised the butcher's knife....