name: KatRay123@aol.com

date: reoccurance, Monday

other: I'm always at the age of 6 and a half and I'm sitting on our couch in the livingroom, whathing a television show (although the t.v. is off) and I all of a sudden I feel a thrill of adrenalin. I turn and lean over the couch to look out the window at the driveway. I already know what to expect. I remember that it's monday, the day "He" comes.
(Every monday, a tall-Frankenstein's-monster-like man drives up our driveway get's out of his silver BMW and slowly walks up to our door announcing, "I know you're in there! I know where you are! You can't hide from me Katie!". If we hide, we are safe. If he finds you...)
Everything becomes unreal. Time slows, but only for me. My older brother always runs to the clothes hamper and hides under the clothes, telling me to hurry and leave, "this is my spot!". I cry and run in slow motion to the living room, frantically searching for a hiding spot.
As he pounds on the door, I know that my time is up. Without further adue, I dive behind behind the couch
pulling the couch closer to the wall (smooshing myself) so it doesn't stick out (pointing out that somebody is behind it) and hold my breath. He again calls out, "You can't hide from me Katie!".
He turns the handle and opens the door (that's about 2 feet from the couch) and he swings his head in my direction. Immediately his eyes fall upon me. My eyes are squeezed shut, but I know that he sees me. He bends down, picks my up by my waist, and swings me over his broad shoulder (Is is about 3 times the size of a normal man).
I scream out to my brother but he isn't in the house.
Looking down at the road at the bottom of the driveway, I see my dad's car, my brother inside and he drives off.