Footsteps

Hearing footsteps in the hallway made me freeze up.

I heard them getting closer to the kitchen, which of course, was the room I was residing in.

Startled, I grabbed a knife from the counter and hid inside the pantry, clutching the knife in my hands.

It was just my luck, that the footsteps got closer to my hiding space. I adjust the knife and held the handle so the blade pointed at the door.

When it cracked open, as soon as I saw an opening, I lunged forward. My knife sunk into his chest and he fell backward and stilled.

I sighed and peeled off my gloves. He wasn't supposed to be home yet.