I glance up at the window. Raindrops slip down the cracked glass. Thunder booms and lightning flashes. A foot, clad in a black dress shoe, suddenly appears by the window. My breath catches in my throat. I try to get up, try to run, but it's too late. The foot crashes through the window. Glass and rainwater fly everywhere. It seems as if it's all happening in slow motion. I back away, towards the wall, and pray silently that the deepening shadows will hide me, that the man won't find me. The foot kicks out all of the glass, and then it disappears. I breathe a sigh of relief. Suddenly the man's head pokes through the window. Rain drips off of his nose, splashing onto the floor. He looks around, peering at the room. His gaze pierces the shadows, and I know that I can't hide, that he will find me. Cold eyes search, and he sees me. He looks straight into my eyes, holding me in place. His face breaks into a horrifying grin, and he starts to pull himself through the window, into the room. Still he watches me, still he holds me with his eyes. I try to scream, but I can't. He walks toward me, slowly, slowly. Then he speaks, and his voice is like ice, void of emotion and warmth. I don't hear what he says, I'm so afraid. He reaches into his jacket, exposing the yellow interior. I tremble, realizing that he's reaching for his gun, realizing that he's going to kill me. My breath comes in sharp gasps. He pulls out a gun, but I don't know what kind. I don't care what kind, either. I know it will kill me, and that's all that matters. He aims right between my eyes. I gulp. I see his finger, resting on the trigger, tense and ready to shoot. I close my eyes, waiting for the bullet to smash into my skull. The bullet does not come. I crack one eye open slightly, wondering if the man is enjoying my fear. His cruel smile tells me that he is; that he's enjoying it very much. Suddenly I hear a loud boom, and I see the bullet shoot from the gun. Everything is happening in slow motion again. I close my eyes and wait for the end. And then the end comes.

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