Fear

This week, we invited you to compose a text–160 characters–that would either elicit or express fear.



I thought his evil ways were gone. Dead. Buried deep.
But there he stood, in my bedroom. Staring cold and silent, gripped tightly in his hand...
a knife.


Okay, read a few of these and realize I did not respond to this prompt as expected...it is suppose to be a text. So please read revised edition:

Help. Call 911. I am in basement, hiding. Creep is in the house, angry and has a gun.