It was around 4 am. I was sitting in my living room. waiting for time to pass, waiting for sun to shine. The clock seemingly had stopped. Everything was quiet. Until, suddenly, I heard the sound of someone attempting to open my doorknob. I thought to myself: I must be hearing things. I look outside my window. The sound of the wind is the only thing I can hear. There is nothing but pitch black out. I go back to the living room. Time seems to go even slower. Shortly after, I heard the sound of my lock being picked. Thats when I lost it. I grab my father’s old hunting rifle, even without any bullets, rush to the front door, and shout: I am not afraid of you. I have a weapon. Go home if you want to live. The lock picking sound stops. I hear something back in my kitchen. The back door has been opened. Afraid, I go and hide inside my room. However, I bump into something in the shadows.
It whispers me, softly: ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵃᶜᵉ