Last night, while watching TV, I heard a soft knock on the back door. Alarms went off in my head, and all I could think was “Who would knock on the back door?” I was a little frightened at first, but I dismissed it, I was being silly. Relatives and close friends would occasionally come to the back door, but usually they walked right in. I peeled myself from the couch and trudged over to the big white door.
The metal doornob was cold on my skin as I turned it and pulled the door open. When I first saw the figure standing out there, I was startled and took a step back. It was a man that looked like he was in his late 20’s or early 30’s, and he was stooped over, but not from any back problems. He had slightly long hay colored hair, and when he slowly looked up to make eye contact with me, it blew across his eyes.
I didn’t know what to say to him, and before I could think of anything, he shoved past me into my house. I finally found my voice and yelled at him to stop, but he was already heading down the stairs. Was I being robbed? Was this man some type of serial killer? Did I have something they wanted..?
As that last thought came into my mind I realized exactly what was going on. I raced at full speed after the man, and my fears were confirmed. I got to the basement and heard him tearing through the spare room. Nobody had ever found this place before, and it was supposed to stay that way. Panicked, I went into the room, but before I could reach it a gust of wind threw the door shut and I was locked out.
About a minute later, I was able to open the door. Even with all the mess, broken glass and splintered wood, the first thing that caught my eye was the man on his back in the middle of the floor. His eyes were rolled back and lifeless. As I sucked in a breath at the sight, a heard a voice behind me.
“So you still think that you have everything under control on your own?”
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