The figure appears outside my window and disappears into the night. All time stood still, and there is a brief moment of complete silence. Then I see the face. Cold, emotionless. The face vanishes and all I hear are footsteps. Each step louder than the last. I lunge for my knife. I reach for the table in desperate hope for protection. The door caves in and the figure reappears.
It doesn't move. My hand is touching the knife handle. There is a brief standoff between me and this creature. The figure removes its jacket and reveals a middle aged man wearing a white tank top and blue jeans. He extends his hand and points at my television. As I realize I'm being robbed the man grabs a black duffel bag and wraps it around my head. All to be seen is black. I will never see another color again.
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