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I was home alone. My parents had gone on a business trip to Chicago for the night. It was a cold November in Michigan. At last, I had the house to myself. I was debating whether to start with my homework first or watch my favorite TV show when the doorbell rang. I glanced out the window to see a man on my porch with a tattered briefcase. It looked as if he was selling something. I hesitantly opened the door. “Hello young lady.” He said, with a strange tone of voice. “Are your parents home?” The man was somewhat taller than me, with a crooked smile and eyes that looked as if he knew something you didn’t. The man had something about him that made me nervous, like a deer in headlights. I opened my mouth to answer him when his cell phone rang. His ring tone was “My Girl”, by the Temptations. I had heard the song before, and thought it was cute. I didn’t like it now, though. It seemed to make the man ever more eerie. I was starting to get nervous. “Oh, sorry about that. So, are your parents home?” He asked again. I just wanted the stranger to leave. Something about him was wrong. “ No, they are busy right now.” I said. The salesman’s smile had changed to match the rest of his face. I know something you don’t know, it said. His eyes looked intensely into mine. It gave me the chills. “Tell your folks sorry I missed them. Have a nice day.” He winked, and strode off down the road. I was glad he was gone. Relieved
and wierded out, I decided I had missed too much of my show now and
might as well do my homework. I awoke. Music filled my head, and I looked for my phone I had left by my bed. Suddenly I realized: This wasn’t my ring tone. The words hit me suddenly as my senses kicked into gear: “ My girl, my girl, talkin’ about m-y gir-l…”. My sight adjusted to the darkness of the room, and I picked out a silhouette holding his phone. The light from the phone flashing briefly on the intruders face, revealing a crooked smile, and a face that said: I know something you don’t know. It was the salesman. Horror swept through me, turning my insides into retching and my heart bouncing around inside me madly. My mouth formed an O and I wanted to scream, but it was like someone had punched me in the chest and knocked the wind out of me. I was frozen with terror. The salesman looked up from his phone and noticed me. “ Ah, you’re awake! Good morning my girl!” He said; his voice was too loud. Everything was happening to fast. My phone! I had to call the police! I thrust my hand to my nightstand. My hand grabbed nothing. My phone was gone. “Looking for this?” He grinned. “ Don’t worry, I wont be here long.” My hands balled into fists. I knew I needed to get out of the house. I glanced around the room. The man was at the foot of my bed. The only thing near me was my nightstand. Could I hit him with my lamp? I doubt it. By the time I reached him he would guess what I was doing and block it. Then I spotted my perfume. I slipped my hand from the nightstand, I grasped my perfume, grateful for the darkness hiding what was in my hand. If I could spray this in his eyes… He started to walk closer. Now! I flung myself out of bed and sprayed him in the eyes. He cried out in pain, and his hands rubbed his eyes. I flew past him so fast, I was sure my feet weren’t touching the ground. I dashed down the stairs and out the unlocked door. I screamed like a madwoman into the woods. I could hear the door open. I needed to hide. I threw myself into a bush, out of view of the house. Suddenly it was quiet. I realized that it was November, and I was in my nightgown. My feet began to numb immediately and my lips quivered. It was colder than the artic! A voice rang out through the forest. “My girl, my girl, talkin’ about m-y gir-l…” I closed my eyes. I couldn’t outrun him with bare feet. The forest floor was covered with sharp sticks and stones. I heard footsteps beside me. I screamed as loud as I could. Dawn was just breaking the horizon. I saw a wrinkled, kind, concerned face of an old man. He was an early morning hunter. The soothing comfort of his words ended this nightmare I had just lived through. “Shh,
its okay, its alright. You are going to be okay.”
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