The Sleepover

I invited my friends, Anthony and Trina over for a sleepover, because both of their parents

were free, and my parents were out. That left with me and my little brother and me alone in the

house. Besides my brother asking about when my parents were coming back, I kind of like

being alone in my house. I got to help myself to snacks, play minecraft, and finish the Friday

homework I had. I shot a quick glance at the clock on the wall in the living room, 6:46 PM. They

should be coming anytime soon. I looked at my brother, who was staring out the door window.

When are they coming? I want to show them my Minecraft world!, he said with his

adorable pout. He wasnt the kind of peevish little sibling that gets away with every bad thing.

He was the kind of brother whos loyal and kind to everything, and honestly, among all of my

friends, he was the best.

Anytime now bud. Go have some Doritos, theyre on the counter, I said, pointing toward

the kitchen.

Oh wait! Theyre here! Look, look!

I looked out the door and saw Anthonys car, and noticed that they had carpooled. My

brother eager to let them in, unlocked the door, opened it, and ran outside to greet them. Trina

hugged my little brother and smiled her shiny smile. My brother was described as a huggable

little teddybear, so he returned her hug. I gave Anthony a pat and the back to greet him. We said

goodbye to Anthonys parents as they drove off. I asked why Trina carpooled, and she said that

her car stopped working on the way to my house. I found that a little weird, but I didnt pay any

attension to it, because the important thing was that Trina was here with all of us.

We all went inside and ate snacks, played Minecraft, talked about Undertale fanfiction, and

set up a little tent made of furniture. We were having so much fun, time flew by, and my brother

grew drowsy. I shot a glance at the clock, which read 11:01 PM. Then unfortunately we had to

get ready for bed. We did the usual bedtime routine, brush our teeth, get in PJs and complain
about going to sleep. We all decided to sleep in my room, which had a bunk bed where me and

my brother sleep. My brother slept on the bottom where Anthony also joined him. I slept on the

top bunk with Trina. I let her sleep on my pillow lying down, while I slept slouched over on my

ladybug pillow. I glanced over to my digital clock which read 12:03 AM. I fell asleep and didnt

wake up until Trina kicked me on my shoulder by accident. I rubbed my eyes and was about drift

off to sleep until I heard the sound of glass breaking.

My eyes flew open and I felt the sudden jolt of Trina next to me. I looked down and saw

Anthony was awake too, but my brother was still sound asleep.

What the heck was that? Anthony whispered to me, in a drowsy sort of tone.

I-I dont know. What time is it? Its 3 in the morning! My parents arent supposed to be-

Who is it then!? Trina whispered sharply. Her eyes was full of worry now.

I decided to take a look for myself, but Trina grabbed my sleeve, her eyes filling with terror.

Hey, its fine. You stay and make sure my little bro is fine okay? Ill lock the door behind

me. She loosened her grip on my shoulder, but was still shaking. I noticed how cold it was in the

room. Well, it was in the middle of Winter Break so I wasnt surprised. I pryed Trinas shaking

hands off of my sleeve, and made my way down the portable ladder of the bunk bed. Anthony

wanted to come with me, and I agreed once he said that he had a flashlight on his keychain

next to the bed. Trina climbed down to sit next to my sleeping brother.

I opened the door, but put a little pressure on the knob so that it doesnt make that

annoying squeak. I went out the door I locked it behind us. We tiptoed outside and hid behind

the wall separating the living room. Anthony put an hand on my shoulder and did the same. We

waited for movement or noise, but then I realized my grave mistake.

Oh God! I forgot to put the alarm on! Anthony stared at me in shock.

No wonder why there was no alarm when someone entered. Usually when the alarm is on

a sensor goes off, an alarm sounds, and the police are immediately informed. We were on our
own now. Somehow, we had to sneak into the kitchen to grab a spare phone to call 911, if we

needed to. I just cant believe I was so stupid.

You stay here, and Ill go get the phone. You go and hide under the staircase, I said. He

nodded and did as was told. I quietly went around the edges of the walls to try to avoid being

seen just in case that person was here somewhere, listening to us, God forbid. I grabbed the

phone, and stopped. I heard clattering upstairs. I looked up the staircase, the sound was pretty

hard to miss at this point. I tiptoed over to Anthony and showed him the phone. He gave me a

thumbs up and smiled as if he was relieved, which I definately was. I was about to dial 911

when I heard steps getting louder, as they were about to come down the stairs!

Me and Anthony had no choice but to hang up and run. We couldnt bust out the door,

knowing that there might be another person outside, it was too risky. We bolted as quietly as we

could into the guest room across from our room. We hid under the bed which had the cloth

covering the bottom of the bed so you couldnt see under it. We reserved this room for guests,

but right now, it was like a safe shelter. I felt like my heart dropped into my stomach when I

heard footsteps come down the stairs and stop. That person had some nerve coming in here,

and I hated myself at the moment for not remembering to put the alarm on. We were just having

so much fun. Knowing me, I wont learn until something bad actually ever happens.

I saw Anthony trying to dial the phone, but as it turned on, it gave off light. He shut it off

and I could practically hear his heart pounding against the carpet floor. Please tell us that

person didnt see the light. I heard footsteps move closer to my room. Thank God, I locked it

because he couldnt open it. I prayed to God Trina wouldnt scream or my brother wouldnt wake

up. However the nightmare wasnt over yet. The footsteps came over to the closet in the

guestroom we were in. I clutched Anthonys hand, and he held on to my shoulder with his free

hand. He was shaking so much and his breathing, it was like he was going to have a heart

attack. I wasnt feeling any better, and I felt my eyes fill with tears. Just go away! Please leave!
 He came over to our bed, and after that, silence. I squeezed Anthonys hand tighter and

gritted my teeth. No! The exit is that way! I was at this moment scared for my life. Then the bad

thing happened. A hand reached under the bed and began feeling around. We both jerked

backwards and by some miracle made no noice. I guess it got choked back by the absolute fear

we were having right now. I saw Anthonys face expression was so terrified, I almost cried. I

covered my shaking hand over my mouth and prayed whoevers hand to go away.

Unfortunately this guy wasnt through. Then what happened next, all I can say is, that I dont

want anybody to face this ever in their lives. The person put his head under the blanket, and I

saw he was a man. Hes seen us, at that moment we didnt hesitate to scream. His face grew

angry and he started grabbing at us. Anthony started punching him, but in a horrific turn of

events, that monster grabbed Anthonys hand and pulled him out from under the bed with him

screaming.

I scrambled out from under the bed and saw that Anthony was being slammed against a

wall. I looked frantically around the room to use anything as a weapon. I had to settle on the

desk lamp on the stool next to the bed. I took the cover part off of it, and lunged at the man. I hit

him in the head and heard him scream in agony. I looked at the now smashed bulb on the lamp,

and saw blood. I just smashed his head! He was knocked unconsious, which gave me enough

time to get Anthony and myself out of here. We went out the door and I locked it behind me,

grateful it had a lock only on the outside for some reason. I went into my room by picking the

lock with Anthonys keychain. I locked it behind me and saw that Trina was crying and my

brother, now awake, crying too.

Guys! Oh my God! Are you guys okay? Anthony, what happened to you!, Trina said,

rusing over to us. I looked at Anthony who was rubbing the side of his cheek, it was bruised, and

his lip was bleeding.

Whos here?! Whats going on?! Wheres mommy and-, brother began crying until I

shushed him.
 Guys we have to call 911, theres a intruder in here!

I left the phone in the guest room, so I used Trinas phone. I told them everything, and they

asked me to stay on the line with them until the police came. Trina was tending to Anthonys

injuries with the first-aid kit I always keep in my room, while I was consoling my little brother.

I looked over at the digital clock, and it was almost 4 AM.

I never felt so relieved to hear police sirens outside. The police came into the room the

guy was in and found him still unconcious. They woke him with pepperspray, and arrested him.

All of our parents were there, and we were all hugged and comforted by them. We were all

questioned, and a lot of other things happened that I actually would define as another long story.

I looked up at the moon in the clear night sky, and was grateful for my life. I told everyone I was

sorry for what happened, and they smiled and said it wasnt my fault. Trina gave me a friendly

punch on the shoulder and Anthony gave me a side hug and reminded me how I basically saved

his life. Although I still felt like I was at fault.

The police informed us that the man came in to rob the place so he could have some cash

with him. The police gave back the items he stole, and bid us goodbye. Anthony and Trina left

with there parents, and our parents decided wed all sleep in the same room tonight, which

wasnt a bad idea honestly. But I couldnt sleep that night, not with all the excitement we faced.

There was one thing that was bothering me though. One of the stolen items was a watch that

my dad lost 4 weeks ago, so he brought another one. What if..