Chapter Two

I saw him there.

It didn't struck me to scream at first.

He wasn't pressing his face into the glass then. Then he came closer towards the window. I had a glass of water in my hands, and I dropped, and I screamed. Terrified of the person that was clinging to the window.

Then, he was gone.

I took a deep breath, before going to the window, and pulling the curtains closed.

"What's wrong?" Arnie asked, climbing down the stairs. He was wearing his Pirate pajamas.

"Nothing." I lied. "Why don't you get settled on the couch?"

He smiled, and nodded. "Can I turn on the TV?" He asked, in a small voice.

"Sure." I whispered. He went onto the couch, and curled up into a small ball, and turned the TV on.

I walked over to the broken glass and where the water was splattered everywhere. "Be careful where you step, Arnie." I warned. Leaving to go get the broom.

I went to the cleaning supply closet and got out the broom and dust pan and headed back to the shattered glass. I quickly swept up the mess, and wiped up the floor, and went upstairs.

For some reason, I couldn't get the man's face out of my head. I went into the bathroom, and I began to brush my teeth. I could feel a breeze, and I looked down near the tub, to find the window open and the curtains blowing in the soft breeze.

I went over to the window, and closed the window. Then, the door slammed closed. I quickly turned to find a man standing…leaning against it. "Help…me," he stuttered. I was speechless, and afraid.

"Help…me, please." He made a motion for me.

I tried to back away further, but my back was already against the wall.

"Help me…please." He cried.

"No," my voice said, softly.

"No?" He cried.

"Who are you?" I asked. "What do you want?"

He gulped, a frown on his face.

"I want you, to help me." He cried. He lifted himself up from the door, and began walking towards me.

I was breathing heavily, and I was really scared. I hoped Arnie wasn't coming upstairs. I hoped he was safe.

"Why are you in my house? How many are there of you!?" I cried.

"I've already told you." He whispered.

But, that didn't tell me why. The man was wearing old..raggy clothing, as if he couldn't afford new ones, and his hair was long, and he was starting to grow a beard.

I began to cry, frightened that an intruder had come into my house. My safe place.

"Get out!" I cried.

"Not until, you help me!" He shouted. "Get out now!" I cried.

His face was scary, and made me feel uncomfortable. "I want you out now!" I cried.

He shook his head. "They're on to me, I'll die if I go back out there." He said.

"Go, I don't care, " I cried.

"Then, move, I'll leave the same way I came." He whispered.

He jumped out of the window, and began to run away. I watched him leave, wondering why he needed help.