[ WP ] You 're a robber in a house coming down the stairs with valuable items from the master bedroom . You encounter another robber in the home on your way out ; Write a story about what happens .

Heart pounding in my ears. 
 
 *thump* *thump* *thump* 
 
 I can hear it. No, I can feel it. I can feel it rushing through my veins, that familiar sensation of adrenaline mixed with fear. I know I wo n't get caught, I made sure of it, but the feeling surges through me anyway. 
 
 I like it. 
 
 I have what I came for. I'm almost there, I've just got ta get down the stairs. The wind makes the house creak along with my steps. The noise adds to my anxiety. The suspense feels *good*. 
 
 I look down the stairs as if I'm looking into a never ending chasm of nothingness. Darkness is all I see. Darkness and the way out. 
 
 Then a shadow. 
 
 Terror. Terror overcomes me. I'm paralyzed. Millions of thoughts fly through my mind at once. Did I forget a crucial point? Did they come home early? No, that could n't be it. 
 
 The shadow comes into view, still barely visible. It's a person, all in black. Face covered, I presume by a ski mask. Another robber, I think. More thoughts. What are the chances we're both robbing the same house at the same time? I'm thinking, still frozen, as he begins to walk up the stairs. 
 
 He must see me, I think. But he does n't say a word, he does n't acknowledge me. I come to my senses and run to a bedroom. His heavy footsteps behind me. This guy may think I live here, he may try to hurt me. 
 
 I dive under a bed like a frightened little girl. Any adrenaline surging inside me has been replaced totally with fear. Footsteps. 
 
 *thud* *thud* *thud* 
 
 I see his boots enter the room. He walks forward, stops at the bed. I hear a slight sigh as he bends over to search for me. His head comes down, peering underneath where I lay. That's when I saw them. 
 
 Glowing red eyes, staring straight into mine. Staring. I begin to hyperventilate as the figure stares. He is silent, watching me. I begin to lose it. My breathing gets faster, deeper. I'm paralyzed again. I ca n't break my gaze from his. And he just stares for what seems like forever. 
 
 I finally close my eyes, watery from the amount of time they'd been open without blinking. I keep them closed, too afraid to open them for fear of the man with the red eyes. I begin to calm down, trying not to think of him. It takes me awhile 
 
 I open my eyes. I'm curled up on the floor of my bedroom. No man. No red eyes. Only me. 
 
 I lift my head and check the time. It's noon. I'm no longer wearing the all black I had worn earlier. There's no mask covering my face. Everything seems normal, as if I had n't gone to the house, as if I had n't seen the man or the glowing eyes. But I did. I know it. 
 
 I still see him, in my dreams and out of them. He is always there, staring. Silent. 
 
 He has robbed of me my sanity.
