He entered in silently. It was not difficult to avoid waking anyone, it was 2:30 AM and that usually meant that everyone in the house was asleep. He tried to balance his weight on the carpet floor. Damn. It creaked. He silently listened for evidence of anyone being awake, but he was unsuccessful. He started up the stairs. Once making it to the top, a long, disturbing creak emerged from his left foot. He cursed under his breath. He began to rethink eating that sundae earlier. He got down on all fours, so as to balance his weight more evenly. This intruder was a tall man, easy to be seen no matter how much he tried to hide. He was slightly overweight, enough so that his belt was a little too tight. He crawled into her room. She was …show more content…
This had never happened before. Intruder 1 neared the window. Intruder 2 crawled in on all fours. He looked at intruder 1. Intruder 2 reached into his pocket and pulled out a hand gun. Intruder 1 threw his arms into the air. They faced each other. Intruder 2 looked at Intruder 1. Intruder 1 wore a black mask, revealing his big green eyes, glistening in the moon light. He wore a tight black turtleneck tucked into black slacks. Intruder 2 had brown eyes, he wore a cloth facemask, and was dressed in a similar outfit to Intruder 1. Intruder 2 was a couple inches shorter than Intruder 1. Intruder 2 stared deeply at Intruder 1. He gestured, to Intruder 1, at the door. Intruder 1 shook his head. He was not leaving. Intruder 2 pointed at the girl lying in the bed and then pointed at himself. Intruder 1 shook his head and pointed at himself. They both turned to the girl whose body was facing the wall opposite to the two intruders. Intruder 2 lifted his gun. Intruder 1 realized who it was. “You paid me to do this,” Intruder 1 hissed. “You’re not doing your job, you little devil,” Intruder 2 replied. “I can’t, but what are you doing here? You said you couldn’t do it either,” Intruder 1
Sergeant Walls placed himself behind the motel room as a precaution, while Shanks knocked on the door of room 114 with the other officers. Shanks noticed a woman looking through the blinds from inside the room and he asked if she would open the door and speak with them, she nodded and closed the blinds. For about two minutes, the officers heard things moving around inside...
It was close upon four before the door opened, and a drunken-looking groom, ill-kempt and side-whiskered with an inflamed face and disreputable clothes, walked into the room. Accustomed as I was to my friend’s amazing powers in the use of disguises, I had to look th...
All of a sudden a sharp, loud noise woke up the dead. He unsteadily reached out and stuck the sleep button. As he dozed back off into his sleepy bliss. He rolled over gently pulling the blanket back over his head, drowning out the morning light.
Camera #1 faces the north front entry of the restaurant. On today’s date at approximately 3:11 AM, two suspects entered through the main entry. You can see glass broken but I am unable to identify how they shattered the glass door. Samaniego and I walked through the restaurant. In the back office, Samaniego said the suspects took the safe out of the office.
Suddenly, the silence is shattered and my mind fills with fearful thoughts as my startled eyes flash open. Knock-knock.
“Open up!” Father opened the door, in the hall we saw three guards all armed with
Common sense seems to say that a bystander usually when it comes to a situation like this you either consider evacuating the room and getting somewhere where you are guarded or getting involved in the situation and trying to avoid the victim getting harmed. On
We held our breath as we watched the new inmate enter, head held high, strutting. Inmates gaped, some of them in awe and some of them in fear. We cowered, lining both sides of the hall creating just enough space for him to pass through with a train of officers following closely behind. His orange jumpsuit hung loosely and disheveled brown hair had established itself wildly on his head. It was clear it had been tried to combed down but didn’t want to stay in place. The brown/grayish locks stuck up each every way. Dark eyes set deeply, upon which rested two thin brown eyebrows, mouth set firm and framed by a greying well groomed beard and mustache, the infamous, ingenious Unabomber had arrived. All of a sudden he stopped abruptly in front of
He continued this for 7 nights, until the 8th night came. On the 8th night, he was more than usually cautious when entering the old man’s house. For some reason he felt more confident that night, he felt like he could do anything and was filled with pride and chuckled, but while doing so, he woke the old man. The old man is now wide awake. The narrator continued to watch him and wait.
The scrawny man stood in front of the dining hall wiping sweat off his brow. He wore a gray herringbone tweet jacket, a white button-down oxford shirt, a zebra-striped tie, and mud-colored flannel trousers─a costume befitting the gatekeeper of a distinguished educational institution. His aquiline nose, indiscernible chin, and eyes like shotgun barrels accentuated a pale and oily complexion. Those appeared his most formidable features. His silhouette in the right light painted a bleaker depiction.
I crept in unheard, as all hell was breaking loose inside. The old man was angrily trying to bust open the locks with a hammer, shouting and swearing at the chest like a madman. All the while, I could hear another voice, shouting and
The doctor stomped down the stairs and opened the door. What he saw both confused him and scared him. There where two men. Both in black suits and black ties, with white dress shirts. They where both the same height and had the same stature, but what really frightened the doctor was there pale white skin, it
Behind him, a door swung open and shut tightly a moment later before the jingle of keys managed to reach his ears thanks to the eerie silence of the unfamiliar neighborhood. Perhaps that was due to the time, he thought. Either way, he paid the noise no mind, settling into the hell on earth he was placed in.
'Damn it I almost forgot I have nothing but this bed sheet right now' thinking to myself. I called out to whoever was hiding in the shadows "Show yourself I know you're there" I heard a man chuckle then step into the faint moonlight. I looked at him with squinted eyes to and make out his features. From what I could see at the moment, he had black, medium length hair with a long segmented braid going all the way down to his ankles.
All of a sudden the spine chilling metal door burst open followed with a bulging confused guard racing in closing the door behind and just stood there inattentively. The guard wore a untidy mismatched shirt and a messy pair of pants with untied brown leather shoes. The obese guard look more confused than happy to look after the imprisoned men. Looking at him felt like looking at a joke because of his unprofessional and unkempt look. As soon as I looked away the door lingered with a quick bang completely melting the childlike guard.