I brushed my teeth, took a shower, and got ready for bed though I was in no position to sleep. Though I've been in this house for years there were still bumps in the night, and they terrified him. He slept with the light on. I walked out of my room to go get a drink and the next thing I knew the lights went out. I rushed to my room and jumped on my bed. The darkness was slowly killing me inside. The faint glow of the moonlight was the only light I had. My eyes started to tear up as I stared with all of my focus at the ceiling.
"Thump! Thump! Bang!" it whispered to me from the upstairs floor. It must have been my dad! He must be hurt! I heard the door to the basement open and the creaking of the stairs as someone crawled down them. I could hear their hands hitting the wall as they worked their way down the stairs. I felt my heart beat to the same beat of the footsteps. It was getting closer and closer. I squinted my eyes and I looked around the room for anything to protect myself with. I grabbed my baseball bat from when I liked baseball. I stood by my door as the shadow got closer and closer. Finally the shadow was standing outside my door and I ran at it and swung. I hit and hit and hit. I kept going and didn't stop. A hot liquid sprayed my face and hand, but I kept going. The shadow never got a chance. After fifteen minutes of violence, sweat, and tears I stopped and cried. The only thing I could think of was to go see if my dad was ok. Suddenly the lights came back on and my question was answered. My father was lying outside my room in a bloody, dead heap.