I N T R U D E R | 침입자

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Your sleep was disturbed for the strange noise that emerged from your cuisine. You paused shifting for a moment when you were urged to hear it again. However, everything seemed perfectly cool as before. Yet you waited for another response but there was not any of it in the next couple of minutes. "It must be Lucifer,"  you mumbled while endangering the neighbour's cat's thoughts. Out of the blue, you heard another noise. This time it was harder and louder than the previous shock.

"Is it really the cat or something else?"  Those fearful thoughts sent chills down your spinal cord. You slipped out of your bed gulping ruthlessly. Of course maybe it won't be some ghost but some intruder? Both are sources of spookiness. Do yeah, it was important to acquire some self courage and safety measures. Grabbing the age old baseball bat, gifted by your dad, you went outside into the hallway.

You stealthily tiptoed down the staircases, making sure that not a single creak is produced by your weight.

The kitchenette looked like a horror cave for you. You swallowed the saliva in your mouth as you perceived the light snores of your grandma who was now touring the land of Nod. She took sleeping pills as consulted by her doctor to tighten her siesta. And maybe now her doze was richly deepened such that those clanking tunes arriving from the kitchen, right under the nose of her room, did not wake her up even for a squirm.

You clenched your fists as you gripped the bat tightly. Reaching the door frame of the kitchen, you traced your hand to the switchboard. You felt you fingers on it and pressed the right one. The surrounding brightened up. You peeped in to observe the flooring, your visions scanned the plated surface, slowly satisfying your senses but without any prior warnings, you caught the sight of a pair of boots. You trailed your orbs, raising them to the person's chest and face and gasped.

He had an apple in his grip which he held near his mouth, half-eaten. It left you dumbfolded for a few moments whereas the other person crushed the fruit's flavour in his muzzle. You reached out your hand to the switchboard once again to turn off the lights. A few seconds later, you swiped it on and found not a single trace of him at the same spot. Probably it was your hallucinations. You heaved a sigh yet later on you found two legs sliding beneath the dining table. You flinched and rubbed your eyes in disbelief. That's definitely not a dream.

Placing the wooden bat over the table, you deliberately grasped the two legs, pulling them out forcefully along with its upper treasure. He became panicky and started throwing out his arms in order to clutch the table's pillars. But you were not ready at all to let go this time. You pulled and pulled until he was fully exposed under the tube lights. He faced the floor and had a black mask on.

"Who are you? What are you doing in house? Huh? How did you get in?" you protested as if scolding a toddler for some mischief.

"Let go of my limbs first," he answered in a deep voice that practically brought shivers down your back bone. You dropped his feet and backed off a few steps. He scornfully stood up, dusting his jacket and jeans.

You waited there, watching how casually he behaved as if nothing happened at all. "Yah, clear yourself later on, first answer me!" No reply floated to you, not even a familiar movement in him.

"Jerk," you mumbled, "Can't you hear me idiot!"

"Shut up!" he growled in a raspy tone. He filled his hand inside a depression at the back of his hips and pulled out a gun. The steel surface of the shooter reflected to show off its cleanliness whereas the pointer ended towards you. You froze at your position. "And you better not shout for another time. Take it as a warning," he declared.

He threw himself up to sit on the kitchen level with the half-eaten apple in his right and the shooting steel on his left. Every single motion of him caught you off guard. You never knew whom to focus at, him or his revolver. The more you saw him biting the apple, the more dizzy you became. You gulped thickly though your throat went dry. Your stomach heaved for another word. You only watched the red pericarp of the fruit vanishing with time. 

Awhile later, he let out a soft burp. "Aah, I was so hungry. By the way, the quality wasn't that great, but okay."

"That's trademarked,"you spelled with gritted gums.

He shooted his glare at you. "Did I ask you anyways? Keep quiet till I feel the urge for asking you anything." He flopped down on the floor and observed the surroundings. He outstretched his hands to the top cabinets, rummaged through its contents and picked three packets of ramen. "I guess it'll work for tonight," he muttered to himself.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you only observed him hopping from one corner to another. "Damn don't you have something good at all? I can only find ramen and cap noodles out here. I should check the freezer, maybe I can get my hands on some meat too?" He tredged to the refridgerator, still holding the apple in his grip.

"Hey hold on! You can't have the pork! I need to feed granny tomorrow!"

He paused and averted his head to look at you, your sensitive cheeks. Yet he sneaked out a coke can from the same. "I think your granny is old enough to avoid this?"

Your lips grumbled, "My cold drink..."

He returned back to the counter where he had temporarily stored the packs of ramen.

He wore a pair of driving gloves, collected the food items and gazed at your eyes straight. You had a ferocious eye contact after which he raised, "You owe me these anyways for the huge debt you have right now."

"What debt are you talking about? And why the hell are you wearing that mask!" you blurted out, anger screaming in your sockets. You couldn't shift since you valued your life which you definitely did not want to end at the tip of a freaking revolver.

"Think of it. Oh can you do me a favor? Throw this into the trash for me," he dodged the bare eaten remains of the apple towards you  and himself cascaded outside the backdoor of the kitchen.

"Yuck, that's gross. What the f-"

The raw fruit hit the door beside you, falling to your toes on the ground whereas you dropped your jaw on noticing the unlocked door. You rushed at once to block it and soon heard the exhaust tumult of motor bike outside.

"Oh my god! I must inform the police as soon as possible!"

You ran out while noting the fallen cutlery stand on the ground.

"1...1...2...Hello? Police station? I want to lodge a FIR! It's urgent!"

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Yoo my bunnies! I'm back! I missed you all so much! Love ya! See ya soon!