The sound of my front door creaking awakes me from my slumber. “Who could that possibly be?” My wife questions. I slowly get out of bed and get the weapon beside the foot of my bed and scope the scene. The sound of struggling echoes from the kitchen downstairs. The floor creaks as I tiptoe down closer and closer to what I think is my death. The kitchen draws closer. I stop take a deep breath and sacrifice my body for my family. There is nothing in the kitchen. I walk back upstairs confused after I check the rest of the house. “There was nobody down their hon.” I tell my wife. I craw under the blanket, when the bedroom door gets kicked in. A human shadow stood in the doorway with something in his hands. BOOM! I shake off what I was feeling, take a deep breath, and kick the door in.