I quickly slamed the door. It was probably hard enough to break the hinges off. I ran around the house, shutting all windows and closing all curtains. The house was dark now that the power went out. My back slowly slid down the cabinets in the kitchen, soon landing on the floor. Thoughts came like a tsunami. Who made those footprints? A criminal? A theif? We’re they here to kill me? All questions could be answered. But the scariest thing was that the footprints led away from my house. I lived alone and had no close family. Most of them lived in the west. I got up and went to the door to look through the peephole. I saw someone. They looked familiar.