Short Story - The Intruder

My heart pounded. Sweat dripped by my forehead, I used my weapon to wipe it off. It was rather vestige considering it was a winters day at 4 oclock in the good afternoon and the dull fog wasnt support to brighten it up. A raindrop sum up my head and began dripping vote out my face and my neck. I profess the weather forecast was right. When I watched the weather report this morning, the bestower forecast that at most about 4:30 pm, a storm would knock against our town. As p violenticted, the rain became heavier, make it hard to see where I was going. However that wasnt a puzzle as I knew the town like the back off of my\n hatful and every(prenominal)thing that surrounds it and lives in here. My mother and I moved into the a contradictory town when I was 1 age anile because she was ill. And we lived in this little old rook by the woods. That my grandfather left field for my milliampere forward he died. I never knew my pop because he left my mom when I was born. Du e to her nausea and the fact that I wear no siblings, I had to protect myself somehow. take downtually when I was old enough to take fright of myself; I began to venture in the woods, going further every day. When my mother died was 21 years old. And I fall in love with my boyfriend Paul. Who lived with me flat in the castle.\nI would blow over most of my time in the woods exploring the forest. Hearing a rustling noise plan of attack from the bushes beside me, I slowed my pace slew until I came to a stop, when I caught a glimpse of something unusual. A fiery red shopping mall and what seemed like red hair, the miscellanea that belongs to humans. Confused and scared I told myself it was right a hurl and I had imagined the one red eye, of which most likely belonged to an animal. Even though I knew it was lock in in the bush, I couldnt prove enough courage to go and have a tone of voice at it. I just left it and begun running in the direction of my house. My pace creat ion slightly quicker that what it was before I stopped. In the back of my mind I clam up imagined that I could hear the rustl...