Home Intruder

Newspapers around town have been announcing about a serial killer was on the loose invading houses and killing the people inside during nighttime.

This has led to a craze for security measures here. Ever since the last week's case, stocks in security have raised by 200 percent, which led to quite a bit of easy money for me.

I also bought stronger windows for my house and an alarm.

It all happened after November, 22.

I was sleeping in my house comfortably when I heard the sound of a door swinging open.

Then, the sound of something beeping, which later turned to be someone disabling my house's security system.

I hid beneath my bead, afraid that the Intruder had entered my home.

The footsteps came, louder and louder, until they reached my bedroom.

I saw the glitter of a knife in the dark, it was reflecting the light from the hallway.

I held my breath, afraid that the Intruder could hear it.

To my surprise, he immediatly crouched and pulled out of my hiding spot, I panicked, and bit his hand, causing it to bleed. He fell back in pain, to which I immediatly ran downstairs to the kitchen to find a weapon.

The best I could find was an old broomstick, which would suffice for it's long range. The killer procceded to follow me downstairs. I swiped at him, but he dodged. I tried again.

I hit him in the side of the head. He fell down and hit the counter.

I went near him to check if he was alive.

But he immediatly turned around and stabbed me in the leg.

I whimpered in pain, and he pounced on me ready to attack again.

The knife then went in my chest, and I passed out.

When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed. The doctors told me my neighbors heard the sounds of a struggle and immediatly called 911. When the cops came in, the house was a mess, and my fainted body was lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the kitchen, with a knife sticking out of it. The doctors arrived and carried me to the hospital. The knife lodged itself 3 inches away from my stomach, and said I should be thankful for being alive.

They left the room and I was alone there. I procceded to turn on the television. They were talking about the break in in my house 3 days ago.

Wait, 3 days ago?

I was in coma for 3 days, it seems. I turned off the television, and picked up the newspaper. They were making a special with 2 pages about the people the Intruder attacked.

About 20 people were listed in these pages with the respective days they were attacked, and their current status (missing, alive, deceased). I noticed something funny, the last one attacked was me, and that was 3 days ago.

"Good, he stopped I guess." I tought to myself.

Then...

I saw something funny.

My finger had stitches in it. Similar to the shape of a bite mark.

Finding this weird, I lifted the blanket and found stitches on my stab wounds. I don't remember the Intruder biting my finger.

I picked up a mirror.

And saw a huge, black area around my face, which resembled the shape of a broomstick.

I dropped the mirror in shock, as I realized something.

....I was the Intruder all along.