My Experience with an Intruder

I would like to start this little entry by introducing myself. My name is Daniel, and I am 16. From ages 3 to 13, I used to go to my grandpa's house and stay overnight on the weekends. The area where he lived was a rather nice suburban area, not a whole lot of crime going on there. My grandpa had a room that he instructed me to never enter, because it was the room where he kept his old war rifle.
Anyways, when I was 13 years old, fiddling around on my Grandpa's old iPad (those thick ones from around 2010) at around 1 A.M, way past my bedtime. It was a very windy and rainy night. I had heard about a group of suspicious people roaming around the streets that night.
One of them came to my back door. I was about to go tap on a new video, when I heard multiple bangs on the door. I was startled, but I didn't know what it was at the time so I did not think much of it.
That changed when I heard my Grandpa opening his bedroom door to investigate the noise. I tiptoed behind him to see what it was. The sight horrified me. A very tall man, wearing all black clothing and wielding a knife in his giant hands, was banging on the door violently. I dashed back into my room, careful not to make a sound. I peered out my doorway to see Grandpa going down the stairs, and opening a heavy sounding... something. I knew what he was doing. I heard him walk upstairs, brandishing his rifle. But by the time he got upstairs, the banging had stopped, and the door was open.
I was still looking out my doorway when I witnessed the man walk up behind my Grandpa and stab him in the chest. I almost screamed in terror. The man, however, did not know I was there. He started rummaging through the kitchen, dining room, everywhere in the whole house, looking for something of value. The man ran downstairs. I quickly bolted over to my Grandpa. He was motionless. I had to make sure not to cry, I knew the intruder was close-by. I picked up his gun, hands trembling. This was no time for mourning. Whoever this man was, he was going to die.
The only setback, was that I had no previous experience with firearms. When I picked up the gun, I must have been holding it wrong, because I squeezed the trigger by accident, and shot it. I was completely screwed. The steps were creaking, the intruder was coming upstairs. 
"Is anyone there?" I heard a deep voice say.
I made sure not to say anything at all. But I was frozen at the top of the staircase when I saw him, 10 feet away from me. Staring directly at me. I ran faster than light, out of my back door, in my bare feet. Running across the gravely pavement hurt like hell, but my adrenaline-filled body did not mind one bit. Holding the rifle, I was constantly checking behind me. He seemed to have vanished. Not knowing where to go, I ran into a road, with unlit houses on each side. It was too quiet for me to regain comfortableness. I turned around, and saw him. Even with my hands shaking in fear, I lifted up the gun and pointed it at him.
"You don't have the bal-" I shot a bullet at him before he could finish his sentence.
It narrowly missed his hoodie-covered face. I am so dead, I thought to myself. Without hesitation, my first instinct was to run into the woods, thinking he would lose me there. The trees in the woods were very thick, so I carefully slid behind one. If I was going to die, then I was not going down without a fight. I heard him walking very close to me. Without a thought, as soon as he walked by my tree, I whacked him in the face with the butt of the gun. He was knocked unconscious. I started beating him with it. I didn't think to shoot him, I just kept beating and beating his head in with the end of the gun. I had to make sure he was dead for what he did to my Grandpa.
This event has made me terrified of the night. Even at age 16, I still hide under my bed at night like a pansy, in fear that something will happen again.
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