One weekend, after going partying with my friends, I was walking back home on my own.
A breeze was blowing and I could hear the noise of the hinges.
Most people would find it terrifying.
But not me - I knew this town very, very well.
I have the knife with me, I’m strong and fast…
what should I be afraid of?
Suddenly, while going under a streetlight, I turned to the alley I usually went to with
my friends, and I saw someone searching for something inside the trash can.
I didn’t see the person’s face, however, I did hear the creak when his head turned
to one side, as if he was an owl.I went back, I was in shock, but right away, a smile appeared
on my face.
I know it’s weird for someone to have such a reacting after seeing something so unusual,
but I Am weird, in general.
“Damn it, drug addicts always doing weird things…”
I laughed at that thought and kept walking, my boots were hitting the floor and the sound
they made seemed to be following a rhythm.
I was happy to be alone at home, my mother was working a lot lately and I was pretty
much always on my own.
It’s dark at night, everything around me seemed to be on fire, I’m floating, slowly,
in the dark and confusing world of dreams.
You know, that comforting feeling when you know you are asleep, without direction, calm,
everything’s in peace, while your blurry memories come to your brain.
Suddenly, I wake up, I realise my eyes are open, I get comfy in my bed, I blink a couple
of times and my eyes get used to the darkness.
I sit there, for a while, wondering “what has woken me up?”
I’m about to nestle between the soft sheets again, but right before I do, a strange sound
calls my attention.
It didn’t sound very strong so I assumed it was coming from the street, it was probably
cats.
Stupid animals.
I hated it when cats woke me up.
Annoyed, I layed on the bed, which bounced a little.
The sound didn’t stop and it synchronized with my head.
Was it a crack on the wall?
Was it real or was it just in my head?
I sat up again, the sheets sliding between my arms.
While one of my hands was laying on the bed, the other one was looking for the knife in
my night table, my fingers felt the handle and grabbed it.
Maybe I was exaggerating, but.. better safe than sorry.
The sound was getting closer and closer.
I grabbed the kinfe, firmly…
Closer…
As if it was downstairs.
It sounded like steps, I could heard the sound, slowly, in my corridor.
I had no doubt, there was somebody in my house.
I felt a tingling, while my hair stood on end.
My heart was beating like a gust of adrenaline through my body, it was frozen, like a marble
sculpture.
I didnt even dare to breath.
I could feel each beat resounding in my body - if I made any noise, whatever was out there
in the hallway could hear me.
What should I do?
Scream?
Ask for help?
Attack him?
Kill him?
Hide?
Determined, I jumped off the bed, I saw the shadow of feet in front of my door, a crack
of light invaded my room, however, there was a shade covering most of it.
I was breathless, but my heart kept beating - a cold sweat took over me.
The hinges were making noises, the door was wide open.
I tried to scream, I was paralyzed.
Suddenly, the alley and the trash can came to my mind.
It was the same person, the same figure.
A shiver ran down my spine.
I only had the strength to say NO.
I could see whoever was stalking me was a man, his face was completely hidden by orange
glasses, a hood over his forehead and something covering her mouth and his chin.
He got close, staggering a bit, he was coming slowly and sinisterly towards me.
He put his hand on his face….
Shhhhh….
I went back towards my bed, I was holding the knife, so firmly that my knuckles were
bleeding.
I realised the man had an ax on his hand, a lot more impressive than my little knife.
I could see blood dripping from it.
The intruder held the ax up, blood was running down it.
I couldn’t move and I let my knife go little by little.
It fell, noisily, on the ground.
I stifled a cry, and I heard a sound...
“Shhhhh”, he said again, while he kept walking towards me.
I noticed his neck was at an unhuman angle, I heard the noise of his bones, his tendons,
the sound of death.
I couldn’t scape, I couldn’t move, I was waiting for it.
My heart was beating faster and faster, everything was getting blurrier.
I felt I was gonna pass out.
His body was moving weirdly.
He took another step closer, his neck looked like it was cracking, that mysterious noise
again, that sounded familiar now...
“Shhh”, he said once again.
He was only a step away from me, he raised his ax.
I was gonna die.
His ax got closer to me, slowly, I could feel it touching my stomach.
In that moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder, lifting me a bit, enough to feel the blade
cutting my abdomen.
Agony was all around me, my body was rigid, fear, shock.
I couldnt see the night stars anymore, my vision turned black and white, my world spinned
around - the last thing i saw was a pair of shoes with silver point, and the puddle of
blood reaching the shoes of the intruder...
And then my world turned black and numb...