One December Night

It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling, and the rain was pouring down in sheets. I was home alone, and I was feeling uneasy. I had heard strange noises coming from the attic earlier that day, but I had brushed it off as my imagination.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming from upstairs. I froze in fear as the footsteps grew louder and louder. I knew I was alone in the house, so who could it be? I slowly made my way up the stairs, my heart pounding.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw a figure standing in front of me. It was a man with a pale face and dark eyes. He was holding a knife in his hand and staring at me with an evil grin on his face.

I tried to scream, but no sound came out of my mouth. I turned around and ran back down the stairs as fast as possible. But the man was behind me, his footsteps echoing through the empty house.

I ran into the living room and locked the door behind me. I could hear the man pounding on the door, trying to break it down. I knew I had to do something before he got inside.

I looked around the room for something to defend myself. That is when I saw a fireplace poker lying on the ground. I picked it up and waited for the man to break down the door.

As soon as he did, I swung the poker at him with all my might. It hit him in the head, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

I called the police, and they arrived shortly after. They took the man away, and I never saw him again. But I could never forget that night I fought for my life against an unknown intruder in December.