Once upon a time, 17 year old me was home alone during the weekend, watching over the house. The whole family was away to attend the wedding ceremony of a relative, I managed to skip under the pretence of studying for an important exam.
On that Saturday night, I was about to doze off after a long video gaming session. I couldn’t recall what time it was, probably around 2 in the morning. That was when I heard some heavy noise coming from downstairs.
I tiptoed out of my room and slowly descended the stairs. I saw our house’s front door was ajar, slightly.
Stupidly thinking to myself that it was caused by the wind, I approached the door and closed it. The moment I did so, a burly figure in black leapt out from his hiding, locked me in a body grip and clamped one hand over my mouth.
“I thought all of you were out of town!” he exclaimed. “I got a knife, kid. Don’t make any stupid movements and I won’t hurt you. You dig?”
I nodded, in shock, fear and confusion.
“Is there anyone else here with you?” he asked again while tightening the grip on my body.