Creak

Writing in my diary, my scribblings lit by the warm glow of my lamp, I'm comfortable and warm.
Suddenly a creak echoes through the room, a creak of a foot on the stairs. I sit up startled, as the realisation dawns that I thought I was home alone.

Panicked, I knock my diary aside and switch off my lamp, looking around for somewhere to hide. Another creak, this time louder forces my decision and I crumple myself under my bed.

I start to shiver uncontrollably as I feel the breeze of my door swinging slowly open. The creaking has stopped, replaced by the clicking of a flick knife.

I shuffle as close to the wall as I can get, close to tears, wishing I had my phone to hand, wishing I hadn't turned out the lamp, hoping my last minutes on Earth wouldn't be now.

Silence; the clicks had stopped. I shut my eyes, hoping desperately this was just a nightmare. A warm gust of air hit my face, causing me to open my eyes, and see to my horror, in the dim glow a rabid face leering at me, mouth open.
'You made that too easy for me, let's have some fun...'

Breaking News: Infamous Serial Killer Escapes From Prison

"We have reports that the medically insane serial killer dubbed 'The Flick Knife Killer' for his choice of weapon, has today escaped from the high security prison at which he was serving a life sentence.
The Flick Knife killer is estimated to have murdered, indiscriminately, between 30 - 40 people in 2011, targeting people who lived alone. He is considered highly dangerous, and readers are encouraged to ensure they lock all doors and windows."