The news report came up while I was watching my favorite show. Usually I don’t pay much too much attention to them but this one caught my interest.

        “…escaped earlier today from Saint Josephine Rehab. Please be careful if you live in the area or are traveling around it. This guy does have a weapon and he has already injured one person. If you have any information or feel like you’ve seen him, call 555-1291. Again if you have any information, call 555-1291.” The news report ended and went back to the normal programming.

        After my show was over, I got ready for bed. I was a little scared about this maniac guy because I was home alone since my parents had to go away for the weekend.

        I lay in my bed, thoughts filling my mind before I could fall asleep. This happened to me every night but it seemed to be worse on this particular night. I couldn’t stop thinking about the maniac and how they haven’t caught him. My house wasn’t that far from the rehab. What if he was making his way over to me?

        I got up from my bed and went to the bathroom. I figured I’d get a drink and then go back to bed. As I was getting my drink, the power went out. I didn’t understand why the power was going out. It was a perfectly fine night. It wasn’t snowing or raining. I made my way back to my bedroom to get a flashlight. I always kept one next to my bed. As I went to grab it, I heard a noise. The noise sounded like it was coming from my basement. The maniac immediately came into my mind.

        I walked quietly to my kitchen where I could grab a knife. At least I would have some form of weapon to help me. I just hoped that he didn’t have a gun because then I wouldn’t have much of a chance to escape.  While I was in the kitchen, I heard more noise in the basement. It definitely sounded like someone was breaking in. I was so freaked out. It would be terrible if my parents came home and I was murdered. I took more knives from the kitchen and then made my way quietly back to my room.

        Maybe he wouldn’t notice anyone was here if I hid in my closet. He probably thought that the house was deserted because it was so dark and needed a place to hide. I quietly opened my closet door and hid in the closet. He was definitely in the house now. I heard the kitchen door close. My heart was pounding so loud in my chest. I felt that he would be able to hear it, even though he was far away.

        I didn’t hear anymore movement. It was utter silence for a few moments until I heard a loud crash. I don’t exactly know what happened but I heard him curse a bunch of times. And then the silence came again. All of a sudden I heard someone scream my name loudly. It ended up being my dad. They got home early from vacation and he ran into the island in the dining room.