"Hello, 911. Please state your emergency." recited the operator, in a calm condition.
"Help! Please help me! There's someone downstairs!"
"Ma'am, you're going to have to calm down. Now, what is your first name?"
"My- My name is Sara. Send the police down here!"
"Now Sara, tell me where you live. That way I'll send the authorities along your way."
"33 Rose Oak Road! What do I do? I hear him! He's coming upstairs." I tried to quiet down, since it sounded like he was getting closer.
"Honey, just stay quiet and find a hiding pla-"
The phone suddenly cut out, along with the lights. It must have been him, the person, the thing that is inside my house. The thing who making its way upstairs right now.
"Need to hide. Need to hide" I repeat to myself in a hushed tone. I stay as calm as possible, albeit thinking of the things he'll do to me. Will he just kill me quickly, or take his time, enjoying every bit of pain he unmercifully inflicts on me. Or will he do something absolutely mortifying to any sane being?
I think of hiding in my closet or underneath my bed. No, I can't, those are the most obvious hiding places. I think of hiding outside of my window, on the little roof.
"HA HA HA HA! Come on out, you little bitch!" sneers the "demon" just outside my room. As he starts to laugh, I attempt to open the window, but to no avail.
"Come on! Come on, open!" I shriek, with every bit of fear in my voice. Then he starts to kick down my door. BOOM BOOM BOOM! Although the door is locked, it will be open in a matter of seconds. I decide to grip my heavy lamp, and use it to smash out the window. When it finally breaks to nothing but shards, he finally breaks through.
"Ah, finally found you!" He charges at me, as if like a stampeding bull. Luckily, I still hold the heavy lamp, and with all my might, I heave it, barely stopping him. I then try to get out, in the process receiving many cuts on my hands from the tiny shards. As I am out the window, he leaps through, with little effort. He grips my hand, making the little slashes ache even more. I finally catch a glimpse of his face. His face is snow white, while around his eyes look burnt, a midnight black. The eyes always stare, always observing. His smile was the worst part. It was an abnormal, eerie smile, none of human proportions. "You fought back, and I don't like that. Now go to sleep."
"NO!" I shriek, with nothing but helplessness in my voice. His grip intensifies, and he points his knife inches toward me, forever getting closer to my throat. "Let go of me!"
"Okay, if you insist… Ha Ha Ha!" His demonic grin increases in size as he drops me from the third floor of my home to the earth below.