An Unexpected Guest
BANG! Not the best way to wake up. "What the hell was that", I asked no one in particular. Leaping from the couch I had fallen asleep on, I look out the window. It's still dark. I check my watch. 3:43 a.m. BANG! I jumped slightly. It's coming from the back door.
I slowly creep towards the kitchen as I draw my pocket knife. Questions are flying through my mind. What's that noise? Is it a burglar? What should I do? Am I going to stab him? What if he has a gun? What if it's nothing at all? I quickly glance around the corner and look out the small window of the back door. There's someone there.
The back door to my brother's house is held shut by a bungee cord because the doorknob broke…two years ago. The man was pulling on the door, trying to open it enough to unhook the cord, but he can't keep it open long enough, resulting in the door slamming shut. Now I'm laughing slightly. I sit and watch him at his task for another fifteen minutes before he finally manages to unhook it.
I stood as he opened the door and he hesitated he saw me. That's just what I needed him to do. I rushed the door and gave it a forceful kick, knocking the man of the six foot tall steps and onto the gravel below. I pulled the door shut and latched it with the bungee cord before I heard a much more distinct bang and the shatter of glass. He shot through the window of the door, hurling small pieces of glass at my face.
Bleeding from a large cut under my eye, I reach for my phone, but it's not on my belt. I stagger to my brother's room and find it sitting on his dresser. I look over and see that he is still asleep. "Ronnie", I shout, trying to wake him, but he doesn't budge. "Ronnie", I shout again, but still no answer. I walk to the bed and roll him over onto his back. His throat has been slit.
BANG! I sneak into the living room and find the front door already open. The deadbolt had been shot out of it. I can hear someone in the next room. I rush to the doorway and duck down next to it. As a figure moves through the doorway I turn and slash, feeling the wet warmth of blood spill onto my hand. The man drops to the floor, thrashing. One look was enough to make me realize that it's not the same guy from before.
I take the gun from the now dead man's hand and creep into the yard. I have to find the other man. I circle the house a few times, but find no trace of him. And then I hear it. Crunching grass. Footsteps. I turn, gun in hand, to find …me. The other man…is me. "Impossible", I whispered.
The imposter raises his gun and smiles. "You never stood a chance", he said just before he pulled the trigger. I feel the bullet tear through my chest. I hit the ground. I can't move. The imposter stands over me, laughing as he points the gun to my face. He says nothing. He only laughs. BANG!
I shoot up from my bed. It's still dark outside. I check my watch. 3:43 a.m. I walk to the closet and pull out my box of pocket knives, select the largest one and put the box back. I place the knife on my dresser and lay back down. Just in case.
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