I'll choose a title later

I was walking home from a party late at night. My house was only a couple of blocks down, it wasn't a big walk and was quite peaceful. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a figure, large in stature, on the other side of the road. With an axe. I picked up my pace a little and noticed the figure did as well. Panicking, I broke into a sprint. He kept walking at a fast pace. I made it home and tried to open the door, but with no avail. My first thought was of my mum; if she got hurt... i shook the thought from my head and went and hid in the big bush out front. Time goes slowly when you're scared. Crouching under a bush, hiding from someone with an axe can feel like hours of waiting for them to leave. They haven't found me but I know they're there. I can feel sweat trickle down my forehead as I peaked out from over the bush. That's when we locked eyes. They start moving, faster than a cheetah towards me. I know it's to late, I can't run, I can't hide, it's all over for me. "Jeremiah!" I know that voice, my mum is calling me. She's to late to save me. I hope she's safe. Darkness.