Fighter Of The Nightman

When I was 13, I woke up in the middle of the night to a man lying next to me in my small bed, staring right at me. I looked at him, all confused, and told myself “OH! Silly, you’re having a nightmare!” So I smiled at him, closed my eyes and was about to fall back asleep… when he started touching my thigh.

Two things happened at once: I realized that I was only in my bra and underwear and that I was definitely not having a nightmare. Fear like I’ve never felt before gripped every inch of my body and I think I stopped breathing. He started making his way up to my underwear, presumably to take them off.

What did I do? I opened my eyes and I shit you not said “Hold on a second, I have to pee.” He looked shocked, but didn’t stop me as I wrapped my blanket around my body and proceeded to take a few steps toward my bathroom. Then I noticed that my bedroom door was wide open, so I bolted. I ran to my mom’s room, banged on the door and SCREAMED about how there was a man in my bedroom.

My mom came out to the hallway and had just started reassuring me that it was a bad dream, when the fucker dashed out of my room and toward the front door. My mom froze, but I got the biggest sense of “How the fuck dare he try to rape me?” That’s when I grabbed a lamp, ripped the cord out of the wall socket as I started chasing him, insanely waving that lamp and screaming all the profanities that my 13-year-old mind has ever heard.

I chased that fucker down the streets while my mom called the police. I lost him somewhere in the dark, but when the police came, got statements and started searching the neighborhood, I got my revenge. They caught him hiding in the bushes, brought him over, and asked me to identify him. I marched right up to that motherfucker, kneed him in the balls and walked away saying “HELL YES I WANT TO PRESS CHARGES.”