You sitting on your bunk bed in your room. It was night time and your siblings were at their friend's house and your parents were out for the week. so you were home alone.
You suddenly hear a noise downstairs. You look at the clock, it was midnight. "It's probably nothing," you muttered aloud. You hear the noise again, but closer this time, near the bottom of the stairs.
OK, there DEFINITELY someone else in the house. You slowly climb off your bed and reach for the knife you always keep under your bed. You flicked the blade out as you approached the door.
You opened the door, slowly and carefully. It was pitch black and it would be stupid not to bring a flashlight. You suddenly hear footsteps slowly climbing up the stairs. Your body begins to shake fearfully.
The footsteps stop at the top of the stairs., which means whoever it was, was only about a few feet away from you. You suddenly hear a cocking noise.
You had just brought a knife...
to a gun fight.