The Werewolf Hunter

Intruder

All of a sudden, there is a blaring noise screaming at me. Opening my eyes, I realized I had completely passed out on the couch. I mean I was knocked out in a deep sleep. “Alright, no more noodles and horror films before bed” I said to myself out loud. Rummaging around for the remote to turn the television down before it woke the neighbors, I fell straight off the couch, hitting my head pretty hard on the corner of the coffee table. Dam my clumsy self, not the best way to wake up at a whopping 6AM. The sun isn't even up yet?! After a huge debate with myself, I finally decided that the couch will just be my bed for the rest of the morning, but the urge to pee was going to DESTROY me. Using the couch, I lifted myself up and made my way through the barely lit apartment to the bathroom. Of course, watching a bunch of horror films throughout the night, my mind is playing tricks on me, but I just push it aside.

I almost make it to the bathroom, when something caught my eye, my front door is unlocked. Now, I know for a fact I locked that. Quickly fighting the urge to pee, I go to investigate. Nothing looks broken but come on, not only did I just watch a bunch of scary s**t but I also listen to True Crime religiously. I slip into stealth mode and step into the kitchen to grab a knife. Slowly creeping into each room ready for whatever comes, I flipped on one light at a time. Checking everything thoroughly and starting to feel like I'm overreacting and maybe I did forget to lock my front door. I took a deep breath and turned on the last light to my second bedroom, again nothing. “Ok, you're officially losing it.” Turning around, I flipped all the lights back off and made my way back to the bathroom. Finally getting finding the relief I needed.

Shuffling my feet, now wide awake due to the adrenaline in my veins, I think to myself of how I am so ready to plop back on the- I almost begin shaking when I hear the TV flip channels as an intruder sits on my couch. Why did he choose my couch, my safe haven? With my weapon still in hand, I raise it and slowly inch my way to the front door to make a run for it. Just now realizing I left my phone on the dam coffee table, but if I run, I can try and wake up some neighbors or something. Just a few feet away now, but not close enough, as the figure was no longer sitting but standing and stretching his arms up. I knew I was caught, I took a quick glimpse of his face, and my eyes definitely did not miss how beautiful this man is. This guy is bulk with dark shaggy hair on his head and stands up to at the least 6'4. I was tiny compared to him, which is saying something since I average a height of about 5'10.

In one swift move of trying to remember his face for the definite police report I will be filing later, I ran towards the door. But just as fast as I turned to the door he was standing there. He had a finger up swishing it back and forth as if I ws a child being bad. Slowly backing up with the knife still in my hand pointing at him, I really focused in, wait this is the ogre from the bar?! What the f**k?!

With every step I took back, he took one forward. I wasn't sure how terrified I should be, but the stern look on his face told me to be very afraid. I had only a few seconds to decide an escape route, but all odds seemed to be against me. I can't win in a fight but I can try to run, by the time I turn around he will have every chance to grab me. By the size of him, he should be slow but seeing how quickly he got to the front door, he is extremely fast. But I had to try, I was not going down without a fight. He is copying my movements, so I faked left as if I was going to try to slip passed him to the front door, but instead I ran right and dove over the couch to grab my phone and shoved it into my pants, hoping it just stayed put and that he did not notice in case this encounter went further south.

He stood on the side of the couch, still in front of the door. Thinking quick, I chunked my side lamp at him and ran to the bathroom, locked the door and sat in the bath tub. With tears streaming from my face, and my breathing jagged, I typed in 911 and waited for it to start ringing. I was immediately asked to hold as I sobbed into my knees, not sure what was coming next.

There is a knock at the door and for the first time, he spoke. "Look, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, either way, you're coming with me, boss's orders." As soon as he finishes speaking, a woman introduces herself as 911 and asks if I need help. I am only able to get out the word "yes," when the locked door to my bathroom crashes in.

It was in this moment, I realized there is no way to get out of this. Dropping my phone, I took a deep breath, stood and accepted the fact that this may be the moment I die. But I refused to back down. Standing up the man walked in and smiled at the fact that I finally chose to comply, or so he thought. I did the only thing left to do, grabbed the toilet tank's topper and swung at him like I was in the last inning to a baseball game. He barely even flinched as the ceramic top broke over his head. "F*ck" was all I could mutter before his face dropped and all I saw was his fist slamming against my jaw and I was gone.