The Midnight Intruder

Cecilia stood devoid of light and feeling frighted not knowing who she was standing in the dark with. A shadow swiftly moved near to where she stood. She wasn’t sure if it had been her father or if it was the intruder.

With the first clap of thunder, the figure stopped moving backwards and hovered inches from the door. By the third clap, which was so loud it could wake the household, the other shadowy figure swiftly swooped out the door like a large bat into the cold night. By the third clap, Cecilia cautiously began to move towards the staggering figure, which fell to the ground before she could reach it. She reposed herself as she heard footsteps above and doors opening. But she kept her gaze fixed to the ground some inches in front of her, knowing someone was lying there, dying.