In a windy and desolate street, a young boy is walking alone slowly, pacing back and forth, visibly shaking. He can hear the sound of wind pushing back and forth, hitting his windbreaker so strongly that it feels like it’s cutting his face. The wind moves along the trees, making that distinctive rustling sound. He’s been walking for about three minutes when he hears a sound that breaks the peaceful rustling of leaves. “What is that?” he ponders, gripping his pocket tightly and reaching for his knife, holding it in his small hands. As he stops walking and listens, the sound seems to stop; the eerie silence echoes throughout the night as the wind pauses for a second. His mind, however, doesn’t feel at ease about the silence; instead, it makes him more anxious.
As he walks slowly, still gripping the small pocket knife tightly, a fast thudding sound rushes into his vicinity, prompting him to turn around, only to see nothing. With a shaky voice and chattering teeth, he mutters, “Whoever’s messing with me, I’m not afraid of you, bitch! Come out now, and I’ll fuck you up!” His words echo into the night. He keeps looking around the vicinity until he confirms that no one is in sight. But that doesn’t set his mind at ease. After checking to see if the coast is clear, he sprints out of there, running as fast as humanly possible, his heart beating so fast it feels like it’s about to explode. He dashes to a nearby street and knocks on the first house he sees. “Help, help! Someone’s after me!” he screams while banging loudly on the door, tears falling from his eyes as his body shakes uncontrollably.
The door opens, revealing a woman in her mid to late 20s with long, curly hair, brown eyes, and a somewhat confused look on her face. She asks, visibly confused, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” He replies, “You’ve got to let me in! Someone’s after me.” Without even having time to think, a loud bang echoes through the silence, lighting up the somewhat dark street and revealing a man dressed in an all-black hat, coat, pants, and boots. The boy can’t remember many details as the woman forces him inside and locks the door in a fraction of a second. She then runs towards a big room, still holding the boy, and locks the door as well.
After locking the door, she hurriedly picked up a phone and immediately dialed 9-1-1. She listened intently to the familiar ringing sound, breathing heavily. “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the operator asked. She replied, “Hello! I’m at 1817 Maple Street, and there’s a man outside our street. He’s wearing all black and he’s following a kid.” She told the operator while using her tee to wipe the sweat off her face.
“Is the boy okay?” the operator asked. She replied instantly, “Yes, he’s with me.”
“Alright, I’m going to keep you on the line with me, as there’s a probability that he’ll still be around. Bear with me now and don’t hang up,” the operator said.
“Yes, I will,” she responded, gripping the phone tightly.
BSHSHSHSH A loud crash echoed through the silence of the house, leading them both to scream and frantically tell the operator to please hurry as they thought the man was inside the house. The boy took his hand away from the girl’s grip and went near the door. He shakily revealed a knife he was holding tightly. He ushered the girl to be quiet as he waited near the door, visibly shaking.
As he waited, the doorknob shook, making a fast fiddling sound as the intruder tried to open the door. The girl kept quiet, covering her mouth with her hand to avoid making a sound, while the boy held his knife, ready for the door to open. The perpetrator, knowing they were inside, kicked the door hard, but it wouldn’t budge. As he kept kicking, he could feel the door’s grip loosening.
The last kick flies the door open, but the kid is prepared. After slowly coming into the door, walking very slowly, the kid, who’s waiting at the side of the door, attacked the intruder. Plunging the knife he has in his hands and continuously hitting him in the head, blood splattered everywhere as the woman screamed and shook as she told the operator that the man was being attacked by the boy. The intruder screamed in pain as the boy, like a hungry hyena, proceeded to stab the man in the face, hitting his eyes, nose, and mouth. While screaming the phrase, “Now, I told you I’m going to fuck you up! You didn’t listen! Bitch!” the boy kept stabbing the man until the police arrived and contained him. The lady apparently didn’t return to that house ever again.
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