I turned around to go back to bed, and a shadow walking across the window caught my eye. That is when the chills ran down my spine. There was a tall black figure standing in my window with a large blade in his hand. I didn’t dare move a muscle or even blink at this point. The large figure started making his way towards the door. That’s when I ran to the back of the house and tried to find the darkest hiding spot.
While I was trying to hide, I heard the door open, so I jumped in a corner and sat there as quietly as I possibly could. As the person made his way down the hall, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. The man walked into the room in which I was hiding, and looked directly at me. I had no idea how he managed to see me in the pitch black room.
He reached for his pocket and pulled out a knife, and started his way toward me with the knife. I started grabbing everything around me and throwing it at him, but it never seemed to slow the man down. I tried making a run for the door and was successful. The man followed me down the hall, so I ran as I fast as i could to the door. I finally got to the door, but it was locked, and I didn’t have the time to unlock it.
Well, I thought, I am just going to have to fight my way out of this. As I turned myself around, the knife was already on its way toward me. Just as the tip of the blade touched my chest . . . I woke up.