I pulled the phone from my ear as the sound of whining door hinges filtered in from downstairs. Someone was inside the garage. The stairs began to creak as the intruder slowly made their way up to my room.
After all this, I still jumped when the knob on my bedroom door began to rotate. I had locked this door as well but it was one of those cheap residential indoor locks and it only took about five seconds of forceful turning before the bolt snapped open with a loud CLUNK. After a pause that felt no shorter than several eons, the door started to open and immediately banged against my dresser.
Videohead leaned in through the partial opening, looking even taller than he did on screen. Nearly eight-feet would be my guess, considering he had to duck beneath the doorway as he popped his head into my room. It was at this point that time slowed to a crawl.
With one hand, Videohead shoved the dresser aside and then started toward me, that creepy-as-shit grin stretching across his face. I tried to back away and it was like moving underwater. I held the bat up in front of me as he neared but Videohead easily swatted it out of my hands, which caused me to stumble back onto my bed as he raised the bucket-helmet up over my head…
And then he was gone.
