• I wasn't aware of what he'd do. I didn't even see him coming.

    It was a cold February afternoon, and I was alone in the house, so I just decided to do some homework in my pyjamas or whatever. I was halfway through it when a knock came at the door. Me, thinking it was Mum and she'd just forgot her keys, opened the door without looking through the peephole. It was a man, with a horrible greeny coat and a rusty knife in his hands. I stood there for a minute, wondering why he was here, and then adrenaline kicked in. NO WAY IS HE GETTING IN! I tried to slam the door but he managed to get his arm in. He stabbed my arm with his knife and walked away. I fell to the floor in agony, unable to move my slit arm. When I managed to get up, I called my mum, and the police. They were both here within minutes.

    Loads of questions were filling all our minds. Who was he? Where does he come from? And, most importantly,
    Will he be back?

    My mum and I had to move houses then, because he knew where I lived now. I just hope that the Almighty Father won't let that happen to anyone, especially not by a stranger..