The Killer Watching Over Me

Knock. Knock. Knock. The loud banging woke me up. The TV was on, I guess I fell asleep. Thinking the TV was the explanation for the knocking; I shut off the TV and lay back down on the couch.

BANG. BANG. BANG. I sat bolt upright. Someone was outside. Luckily the blinds were shut so the individual couldn't see me. Just an hour ago my parents had left for the baby store getting clothes for our upcoming baby boy. I've stayed home before and nothing bad has happened, until today.

I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I shut all of the blinds. I tried to call my parents, but no one answered. I kept calling for the next 20 minutes but the calls went straight to voicemail.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The person outside was getting angry. Whoever was outside, they knew I was inside. I ran to the room above the front door. I peeked through the blinds and saw that outside there was a white van. There was writing on the door, but it was in a foreign language.

CRASH! The noise was right below me. I think the killer outside threw something at the door. I quietly descended down the stairs and to the window near the door. I glanced into a crack between the blind and the window frame. The killer was wearing a black ski mask and in his pocket I could distinguish the shape of a knife. I fought the urge to scream out as loud as I can. I silently ran back to my room and locked the door.

As if the psycho-killer knew how scared I was, he knocked even harder.

BANG! BANG! BANG! The killer was getting furious. Abruptly, the power shut down. I screamed, and then quickly I covered both my hands over my mouth. I started to cry. I have never been more terrified in my life.

"Open the door my sweet." I heard someone whisper.

Knock… Knock…Knock… The voice sounded strained, like they we trying to sound gentle but couldn't. I could barely see five feet in front of me with the power out. That was one of the many problems with our ancient house. I wanted to grab a candle but I was too frightened the killer would see me or hear me.

Tap. Tap. Tap. It sounded like the noise was coming closer. Tap. Tap. Tap. The sound was right outside my window, on the second story! I leisurely turned my head toward the window. Outside of my window, I saw a smile as disturbing as the Joker's. I screamed until my lungs hurt. I looked back, and the smile was gone. Calm down, I thought to myself. You're just paranoid, could a psycho-killer get to your window on a second story. I took a deep breath and walked to the nearest wireless phone. It was time to end this.

9-1-1 I raised the phone to my ear, but the line went dead. I heard a door creak open and close. The last thing I heard was a malevolence laugh. Then my world went black.

The End