The neighbor was a weird man, he was reclusive and never really spoke to anyone. Tom liked to scare me by saying he must be a murderer, that he always kept to himself so people wouldn't catch on. I didn't like the jokes and would tell him off, the neighbor was probably just shy. Although I got mad at the jokes, I had to admit, the neighbor did make me uncomfortable. Tom worked a mix of day and night shifts, tonight happened to be one of his night shifts. I don't like the idea of being home alone at night, everything seems more sinister but I tend to shake these feelings off by watching some TV and going to bed.
I was jolted awake by a loud noise, maybe Tom had come home? I looked at my clock and saw it was 2:30 in the morning. Panic rose, my mind was racing and I didn't know what to think, there were only two facts that kept repeating in my head; Tom didn't finish work until 6, and that noise came from inside the house. I quickly looked out the second story bedroom window to the driveway below in case he did come back early, his car wasn't there but what I saw made my blood run cold, it was my neighbor breaking into my house. I grabbed my phone and called the police. I waited in my room, too scared to go downstairs and prayed the police would come in time. They did, they caught him.
I was still in my bedroom, watching from my window as they took him to the car, he was struggling and screaming, he really was a mad man. "You don't understand!" He yelled. "I saw someone else go in the house!" As my brain was processing his meaning, I heard my bedroom door shut behind me.