Title- Intruder

Author- OroKabuLover

Rating- T, Minor language. Might bump it up to M if I need to.

Author's Note- I don't often write in 1st person POV, but when I do, Slenderman is after me.

A flash of lightning jolted me awake. Rain pelted against my window loudly, thunder booming loudly, shaking the whole house.

Bright red LED numbers read 2:17 on the small clock beside my bed I turned to lay on my back, lightning flashed against my blue curtains, I watched, hoping the repetitiveness of the lights would lull me to sleep faster. The lightning paused briefly before lighting up the sky and my room.

I gasped and sat up in my bed quickly as more lightning flash. I could have sworn there was someone standing outside my window, as I could see a silhouette on my curtain against the lightning.

I sighed and lied back down, I'm just tired and my eyes are playing tricks on me, that's it, there's no way someone would be put there, especially not in this storm. I closed my eyes and turned onto my side, pulling the fleece tie blanket up over my shoulders before I fell asleep.

Footsteps sounded on the covered wooden porch in front of my house.

I jolted up in the bed, only to hear nothing. I remained still for a few moments before shaking my head and lying back down. It was in my dream... yes, that's it. I was dreaming of walking on the wooden dock, down at the lake, wearing my hiking boots, that's all, just a dream.

I chuckled at myself silently for being so foolish, to think that I had heard someone out on the porch. 2:29. I lied back back down and closed my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat as I heard someone trying to get in through the front door, as if hoping I would have left the door unlocked, but I hadn't. I had done the normal door lock and the deadbolt. The noise stopped, as if the person gave up.

I shot up as I heard my lawn chair being drug across the porch. Why do they want my chair? I then heard other things being moved. What? Are they looking for my spare keys? I jumped out of bed, slipping my sweater on over my tee shirt.

I frzoe in place as I heard a key being pushed into the dead bolt, only to be pulled out. Wrong key. For once, having all my locks being different is paying off. My breath hitched as the door clicked unlocked.

The door was tried again, the three-inch dead bolt stopping it, but now the doorknob was turning. I ran down the hall silently, pushing open the closet, revealing the tall safe, at least six feet. I typed in the code and pulled it open. I grabbed my handgun and a few clips, stuffing them into the pocket in my jacket.

I moved faster as I heard other things being moved, the footsteps quickening. I grabbed my shotgun and a box of bullets. Empty. I grabbed the box behind it. Full. I stuffed the box into my other pocket and slung the gun over my shoulder, pulling my hood up as I slipped into my boots, tying them quickly. I rounded the corner, now on the opposite side of the house as the front door. I grabbed the door handle of the back door and froze for a few moments, listening to the footsteps.

My breath hitched as I heard the dead bolt slide back into the door, followed by the front door creaking open loudly.

If he wanted to break in, why was he making so much noise? Wouldn't you want to be as silent as possible?

I pushed the back door open, glad that I had coated the hinges in WD-40 a few days ago, as I tend to use the back door more often than the front.

Footsteps clacked against the fake hardwood in the living room. I shuddered as I closed the door behind me, the rain coming down loudly. I took off running into the trees behind my house.

If I can find the trail, I can follow it down to the car.

Normally, I didn't mind having to hike between my house and the car, now I did. The trails being too narrow to drive a car up, so I parked it down at the park rangers station, they didn't mind. Rain soaked through my sweatpants, my hands shoved into my pockets, preventing the contents from jumping out as I ran, occasionally ducking under a branch or jumping over a fallen tree limb. I didn't bother to look behind me, afraid of running into a tree, or seeing something I didn't want to.

I didn't hear anyone behind me, but then again, I could barely hear myself run, the rain and thunder covering my sounds. Lightning continued to flash brightly, I tried to keep my eyes down, not wanting the light to disorient me temporarily. I found the trail and ran down it, my lungs aching, my throat dried out as I was forced to breath through my mouth, my sides aching and my heart pounding in my chest.

I almost yelled in delight as I saw my small blue car parked under a tree. I ran into the side and pulled at the door.

Locked.

And my keys were back at the house.