The intruder- taking justice into my own hands

 

I'm twisting and turning in my bed when I hear something. O no, not again. Slowly but surely I push up my tired body and listen. The sound I heard is still there. It wasn't my imagination, so I decide to get out of bed. As quietly as I can, I walk down the stairs. It's probably that intruder again, searching for what is mine. But it's not going to happen again. I'm sick en tired of this intruding and it's time to stop this. It's not going to be like yesterday, when I hid myself beneath my blankets while I could almost hear him breathe next to me. He was so close, but I held my breath, trying to prevent him of finding me. The precautions I took after that didn't help so it seems. I'm fed up with it to my teeth. And I want to feel safe in my own home, keep what is mine and I want a good night of sleep, without worrying about an intruder in my home.

I think it's my neighbors fault. He is saving all this junk in and around his home. That's attracting these intruders. I don't like that guy, my neighbor I mean. He's always looking at me like I'm just.. Mwah, never mind, there's something else what needs my attention now and that's not my neighbor.

I'm not seeing well after a few nights without any sleep. It's hard to focus. My hands are trying to find their way in the dark. Looking for some kind of weapon. I'm going to do it this time. Like a zombie I go on. Searching, smelling, trying to hear every move the intruder makes. Hunting my prey. There it is again. My eyes try to adapt to the dark and while they do, my hands touch a half folded newspaper. It's important not to make too much noise. I don't want to let the intruder know I'm there. I hope that this thick newspaper will be enough, maybe just enough to scare the hell out of him, but hopefully enough to knock him down so I can give him what he deserves. As silent as possible I roll up the paper, ready to use.

Carefully I take a few steps to my left. I want to hit the light switch before I attack. To scare the hell out of him, paralyze him with fear, so I can do what I have to do. End this nightmare for once and for all. My ears listen, waiting for the right moment, when he's close enough. I hide myself in a corner behind the door.

Suddenly I hit the switch, start screaming and jelling. I jump on to the couch to make myself taller and able to hit it with all the force I have in me. Suddenly it's quit. Surprised by my own actions I stand still for a moment. I smacked him right on his head. I did it. Like a hunter who has killed its prey after a long pursuit, I let myself rest on the couch. Tired but satisfied I put my head on the back and look up to the ceiling.

My eyes keep focused at the ceiling. At the little red spot that is visible. The spot that's proof of my victory. With a smile on my face I fall asleep. I got you, you bastard!

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trish1048 7 years ago

Ok, you got me. When I saw you picked up a newspaper, I thought, what?? Knock over an intruder with a newspaper? Is she kidding? LOL too funny! Thanks for the laugh :)


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Lazur 7 years ago from Netherlands Author

You're welcome trish:D


daniel 7 years ago

yeh.. right you got me men

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