In the night

Part 1
              It was 3:00 a.m in the mourning. I lie in bed tracing, what I could see of my posters, with my eyes. This was the forth night I lay awake, mindlessly starring at the old falling wallpaper on the walls. I didnt have a real reason why I was awake, maybe I did but I hadnt figured it out... yet. As i lie there thinking I heard a noise, not just one sound but several. One was the ticking of the old grandfather clock. Another was footsteps climbing the old wooden, creeking staircase. Over that is my harsh breathing and my heart that is thumping like an African drumb. I'm frightened but also curious. I dared not to make any moves but instead find myself crowling out of bed toward my bedroom door. I twist the rusted doorknob and slowly open the door, not sure what to expect. I see darkness and the little nightlight flickering in the middle of the hallway. I forward on down the hall carefully avoiding every creek in the wooden floorboards until I became just two steps from the corner that turns to the stairs. Just then I heard breathing, only this time it is'nt mine. I started to walk backwards, back to my bedroom, when I suddenly stop in my tracks! I look up to find a person with a black mask on that covered his eyes. He was starring at me. In his left hand covered with a black leather glove he held rope, duck tape, and a knife! He said nothing but strode toward me in his black leather boots and his long black swade coat swaying along with his stride. I wanted to run but could not find the power to control my body. I open my mouth to scream but shut it. I have no reason to scream. Who would hear me? I had no neighbors for about 30 miles and I live alone. My parents had abanded me when I was eleven years old and I have no idea if I have or had any siblings. Also I didnt know why they left me, sometimes I would lie awake thinking what had i done to make them leave? I wonder what to do. Fight back? No I was to weak and the man would probley break me like a twig. Im panicing! The man comes closer, touches my neck with his knife. I faint...(To be continued)