Intruder

Story

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REPORTER: Ok, so take us through what happened.

I woke up to my wife trembling beside me with her hand squeezing my arm. My eyes quickly adjusted to find a look of terror upon her face.

I read her lips,

“Someone’s out there.”

I could hear the rustling in the living room.

My wife began to pray, her voice shook through her whispering.

Something in me snapped. I had no gun — no taser, no knife, no pepper spray — nothing.

But my wife’s words calmed my mind, and I slid out of bed quietly and grabbed a picture frame off the wall. I placed the picture frame gently on the bed and smashed it beneath a pillow to muffle the sound. I took the biggest shard of glass into my hand and I peaked around the corner. There in the hallway, a man with a pistol was approaching my daughter’s room.

That’s when I heard it.

“Daddy?”

Her innocent voice. She thought I was coming into her room.

I saw the man raise the gun toward her bed so I sprinted out. Next thing I knew, I was covered in blood.

Is… is that all you wanted to know?

REPORTER: Well, I’m glad none of you were harmed. How are you feeling now that everything is over?

I need to speak to a priest.

REPORTER: Why is that?

To confess.

REPORTER: For killing the intruder? I think you did what you h-

No…

For really enjoying it.

Thank you for reading.