Foot Steps

They're coming closer. The two footsteps, patering up the stairs. My heart beat has trippled in the last two seconds and it's all I can hear, "boom boom" and plus the on-going patter on the steps. I'm home alone, who could it be? "Hello?" I mutter. There's no response so I slowly turn back my covers, grab my phone, and get my trembling fingers to dial 911. The wind is a coyote. Howling non-stop. This whole scene just can't be happening, the slow footsteps, now moving across my hall, the wind howling, the pitch black sky although its only 5pm, and the call cannot go through to 911. A tear trickles down my face. This can't be real I continue saying to myself. I close my burning red bloodshot eyes and pinch myself as hard as I can, hoping when I pry them open the familiar face of my mother is there telling me it's going to be okay. No such luck. The floor board continues to creak. "Get out of my house, I'm calling the police, please, I don't deserve this now leave me alone!" I am hoping they fall for, "I'm calling the police." I hear a creepy kind of possesed giggle from the hall. I don't know whether to go out the window, hide beneath my bed, or take something from my room to hurt him. What would you do? He makes the decision for me. The door opens as slow as a snail, revealing a dark shadow which casts through my small, once cozy looking room. I need to think fast. I throw a hanger towards the crack. The door opens faster and an all black dressed person or creature comes charging towards me. That's it. That's all I remember.