A Short Story: Scare Me

Scare Me
A Short Story

                     In the morning I awoke to a noise down the hall. I tiptoed out of my bed and grabbed a flashlight. I breathed deeply and my heart raced. As I got down the hall my legs turned to Jell-O. I Started to freak out as I saw a light in my kitchen I hurried to th hall closet where I grabbed a knife that was still in it's packaging from yesterday's attempts to try to make my temporary home more comfortable.

                     I walk slowly again with the knife in my hand. I was in a small night gown and I could feel the cold night's air against my arms and legs. I shivered from the cold, but also from fear. I did not feel confident at all. I was scared, weak, and small. What could I do if it is someone big, strong, scary. I had a knife, yes, but what if he or she probably he, had a gun or grabbed me and knocked the knife out of my hand and he is too big to fight off, like most men compared to me because I am a small frail little person.

                      I would have called the police, but my phones were not hooked up yet and I did not have a cell phone because I was switching companies. Oh my, I just don't know why this is happening I am so sad, mostly scared. I creped down the hall and it seem like an eternity.

                      I got to the kitchen and the refrigerator was opened, but I did not see anyone. Was I sleep walking? Did it open by itself?

                     The refrigerator light was on and light up the room. I slowly walked around the refrigerator door. I looked down and I knew who the trespasser was.

It was a little hungry raccoon. I started to laugh to myself from all the fear. I knew that raccoons can be dangerous so I persuaded the little guy out side with an old sandwich I was going to throw out anyway, to go outside. Then I shut the door and made sure everything was in it's place and I went down the hall and put the knife away and went right back to sleep.