The Night

The icy wind that pierced my body as it screamed through my window was the least of my problems in mid February last year. As I lay in my bed gazing at my television set late at night I hear a small slam outside my window. It was around midnight so I knew it couldn’t be my parents trudging outside in the snow so I poked my shivering body out of my ice frozen window and say an all black figure outside of my side door. I froze.
“Holy S***!” was the first thing that popped into my head.

I didn’t know what to do or how to do it so I slowly walked down the stairs, quite as a mouse with nothing but fear and panic streaking throughout my body. I was never so completely scared in my life; the air was getting thin and my breaths quicker and shorter. I felt as I all of the air in the house was being sucked out with a vacuum. The walk down the stairs felt like an eternity.


As soon as I got down the treacherous flight of stairs a memory jolted to my brain.
“We had steak for dinner.” I whispered as a slight grin came to my face.

I picked up my pace and when I got to the kitchen I grabbed two steak knives that were in the sink from dinner. I had one in each hand and other than the thought of a robber about to come in and attack me, when I was sneaking around with two steak knives I felt like a badass ninja.

There was a small bathroom next to the side door so I walked slower than ever, heart racing about to jump out of my chest. When I arrived I slid down and waited, not knowing what to do. I couldn’t even smell the cinnamon candle that was giving off a noxious fume; instead I couldn’t smell anything except the fear that was pulsing in me. Sweat beads where forming on my forehead and my body shaking none stop. Over the sound of my heart beating, I could hear something on the handle of my side door. At this point I was ready to unleash a banshee scream but I couldn’t. The small brass door handle kept creaking back and forth until the noise stopped. It stopped for only a few precious seconds then the handle twisted all the way over and the door slowly creaked open.

I made a quick decision and decided to move out into the hallway as slow as a sloth. As I leaned my head out of the doorway I saw what I most definitely feared. A human and a big bag sitting outside as snow flurries started to kick up. Little white specks of ice that would make me jump for joy during the day was devastating at night. I decided to do the worst idea you could possibly do. I walked out into the hallway with knives in hand and didn’t say a word. I stood there like fifty pound cement blocks were on my feet. I couldn’t move, breath, hear, or think. I was frozen on the spot and held up the knives in a semi-lethal position. After the person was going through his bag he threw it onto his snow flaked covered back and started to turn around.

My heart stopped. What if he had a gun? What if he had a teaser? I couldn’t bear to think what would happen then. As his body twisted around I finally talked.
“Hey! Get out of here. Leave!” I yelled in the firmest tone I could as my lungs tensed up.

He stood there and was as scared as I was. I saw his two eyes through his ski mask that were covered in fear.
In a really rough voice he said “F***!” as he sprinted away slipping on the icy steps. I walked to the door and saw the black figure running down the street and into a car. He started the car and stepped on the gas as he zoomed away into the snow flurried night. I slammed the door shut and locked it once again, sinking to the ground after to try and relax as adrenaline was streaking throughout me.

My heart was cooling down and I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders as I tossed the dirty knives into the sink. As I headed to our stairs I heard my parents get up and the met me at the top of the stair with a scared and confused expression on their faces.
“What are you doing down there so late? And why are you shaking?” they asked.

I told them my heroic story on how I saved our flat screen television and all of the nice items that are sprinkled throughout my bottom floor. They had a stunned look on their face and when I finished the climb to the top of the stairs my parents both gave me huge hugs. My mom’s eyes swelled with tears as a couple dripped of her nose onto my shirt. After I walked upstairs and lied in my bed thinking about how badass that was, and how it could have been a scene in a movie before I snoozed off into a deep slumber.