Personal Narrative Essay: The Homeless

It was negative two degrees fahrenheit outside as I walked down the sidewalk. My house was just a block up ahead and I was slowly getting closer. Now the house was visible, but there was a movement on the front porch. I made it to the house to see a family of four homeless people trying to hide from the cold. I asked, “ Do you guys have any shelter?” The male, presumably the dad, of the family said, “No.” “Well come inside,” I said as I opened the front door. They all hurried in as quickly as possible to the warmth of my house. They all sat down thanking me for my kind deed. I told them, “Dinner will be ready to eat at ten.” It was 9:24 p.m. at the time. I went into the kitchen to get the chicken breasts ready to be eaten. As I was making the food, I heard a loud noise in the other room. I quickly ran into the other room to see what has happened. In the other room, one of the kids had knocked over one of my decorative vases. I asked, “What happened?” I watched as both of the kids stood and pointed towards each other. The father came in and looked at the damage. “I am so sorry,” he said, “I don’t know what has gotten into them.”The father helped me pick up the pieces and throw them away. After that, I walked back into the kitchen to finish the chicken. It was now 9:55 and I called for them
to get ready to eat. They all went to sit down at the dinner table as I brought out the food. As soon as I put down the food, the family destroyed the food. They ate all of it in the matter of minutes. As I went to go to my seat, I saw that there was no food left. “Wow, you guys were hungry!” After they were done, the two children got up and ran throughout the house. I went back into the kitchen and made me a bowl of cereal because there was almost no food left. That’s when I heard another loud bang in the other room. Starting to get furious, I stomped my way into the room where I heard the bang. The room was my trophy room. This room was decorated with all of the wild animals I had found to be the best. The only problem was that there was my best deer I have ever killed on the floor. And just a few steps from that was the two children playing with two of my pocket knives. They were using them as swords. Knowing that they were just kids, I asked them to put them down. They looked at me with a disgusted look as if they were trying to say, “Don’t tell me what to do!” But they didn’t put the knives up. They turned towards me as to challenge me in a duel. I told them, “That’s enough playing around, put the knives back!” This time they listened. They put the knives down and ran out of the room. I went over to the deer head and put it back on the wall. Next, I walked out of the room to see the two parents watching a TV show I have never saw. I told them that I was going to bed and that they should get some sleep too. So I went upstairs to my room and went to sleep.
I woke up to one more loud bang. It sounded like it was from downstairs. I turned to look at my alarm clock. It read 2:34 a.m.. “What could be making that noise?” I asked myself. I slowly got up and walked to my door leading to the hallway. That’s when I much louder bang came from right outside my door. The bang finally woke me up. I put my ear up against the door to listen. At first I heard nothing. But after about two minutes of listening, I heard something like a light hum. I finally gained enough courage to open the door. All I saw was darkness. I stood there letting my eyes get used to the darkness. After my eyes got used to the darkness, I saw a slight glimpse of the mom standing in the hallway. She was humming a tone I have never heard before. As I took a step into the hallway, I saw that the kids were sitting on the floor in front of her. I started to move closer to them. As I inched my way closer, the humming got louder and louder. I reached out my arm and tapped her on the shoulder. The humming stopped. She didn’t move at all. I walked around her and looked at her face. There was nothing but darkness. I moved my face in closer. Her head slowly turned towards mine. I took a step back and asked, “What are you?” She didn’t say anything. But the kids both got up and ran away. I watched them run away then turned back towards the mom. But the mom wasn’t there anymore.
I went downstairs to see if anything was down there.
That’s when I saw my trophy room door open again. I walked in slowly looking around for something. All I saw was something as big as one of my trophies on the floor. I reached down to grab it to find out it was sticky with some kind of liquid. I went over and turned on the lights. When the lights turned on, I saw the body of the father drenched in blood. Out of nowhere the two kids jumped out and stabbed me with the pocket knives. I lay there looking at the body of the father. But the body slowly got up. He turned to me and said, “Thanks for the house!” Then he took another pocket knife from my collection and slit my
throat.