Is It Him?

One day, you go to sleep expecting that you'll wake up well the next morning. However, as you prepare to go to sleep, a faint, shattering noise interrupts your calming thoughts. You venture downstairs into the kitchen with a disturbed look on your face. Just a couple of broken plates.

You thought that you probably misplaced the plates on the steep side of the counter. 'Nothing much,' you think out loud as you clean the mess and walk out the kitchen; tired.

Brushing it off, you prepare to head off to your bedroom just as you hear a noise in the darkness... your back door. Quickly, you bolt upstairs with all your weary energy, and come into your bedroom door just in time to quietly close it in fear. In fear of that "something" that lies in your house.

Then again, your front door opens only to be followed by quiet klacking footsteps protruding inside your cozy home. Your hands pick up your nearest phone available; your cell phone. You call 911, commanding them to come immediately. As soon as they arrive, you calm down and exhale a giant pocket of air. 'Go back to sleep,' you thought. The front door is breaking in. You then quietly cheer for safety, yet a voice resonates from downstairs:

"It wasn't me, I swear!"

"Sir, you are under arrest for violation of neighboring property and trespassing."

It sounded like the voice of my neighbor. My neighbor was the culprit! How could he--

But then, as I listened more closely, my stomach churned:

"I swear I saw someone go inside his house; I was only here to get the intruder out!"

"Sir, you need to calm down."

"It's not me, it's him!"

Your neighbor's voice fades away. Then the siren.

And with that, you cower in fear as you make sense of the situation. Your front door was broken in two times. The first time was your neighbor, the second time was, of course, the police. But who broke in your house via the back door? Suddenly, you come to a horrifying conclusion. Your neighbor and the police who took him are all gone. You are alone, together with what could possibly be the original intruder, or maybe even a monster. As you dwell on this thought, your bedroom door creaks open...