The Intruder Incident

Information about 'The Intruder'Let's start, shall we?

The Intruder's appearance was this shadow-looking figure that seemed they were wearing a hood. He had an odd face, it was creepy. I had looked on the internet, it says The Intruder has a human form and a demon form. People had seen this thing before. If you talk to it. It will kill you if you see it
 * 1) He only lurks within darkness.
 * 2) He doesn't have an official name, so I thought the best name for it was The Intruder.

= Chapter 1 INTRUDER = I was watching TV it was a horror movie I liked watching a horror movie when it was night when I heard knocking at the door. I answered the door. I saw him. The Intruder. With that same creepy face.

He looked human-like, but, something was very wrong. It felt that way. As I saw him walk through the pitch-black darkness of my own house. I heard a faint scream, coming from my attic. My vision was blurry, but, I could make out one thing. The face of that thing I saw.

I tried to run away. But, it was no use. I had to make a decision, and fast. So, I decided to go up into the attic.

I walked up the creaky attic floorboard steps, I saw my brother in there. He was screaming. All he did was repeat the same thing as if it was rewinding and playing.

I couldn’t make it out. I heard a screech in my left ear. It was that intruder. His face curved into a smirk. I tried my best to escape. But, it was no use a

I was trapped. It was like I was in hell. I wanted to be free. Free from everything.

The Intruder slowly came up the stairs. My heart pounded. I thought I was going to die. But, I had to be brave.

I ran down the creaky steps. Quickly. I went downstairs. The power suddenly went out. I could hear more screaming from my brother. Then, it stopped. He was dead on the floorboards. That made me cry. My little brother was gone.

I believe that I was gonna be the next victim. Will my family live? I had to check. That thing chased me through the basement door. I had never been in the basement.

It was dusty. It smelled rank. The walls were dank and they looked dirty like in the 80s. It was all wrong for me. I was starting to feel scared.

I turned a corner. I saw The Intruder, standing there. He was stalking me. I heard a screech. I was very afraid. Was he going to get me?

At that point, he lunged toward me. Before he could even reach me. I quickly blacked out In a few minutes I saw Jesus himself and he said "Wake up". I woke up in a Hospital.

The doctors said that I’d been in a coma for 3 days I was thinking but how? I saw Jesus?! How am I alive? But I was glad to be alive. At least, I was living.

I haven’t told anyone about this. Until now.

= Chapter 2, "FEAR" = Right after I walked out of the hospital I decided to go home. While I was on my way to the house I found this odd-looking graveyard. I thought about exploring the graveyard, I went inside and I saw a gravestone. Under the rip lies, there was messy writing saying "Jonathan J. Henderson" I also saw a picture I thought about the image and then I realized it looked identical to 'The Intruder. I was trembling in fear.

I saw the intruder when I went closer to him I fell and felt terrified everywhere inside my body. My vision had blurred. I saw a shadow coming closer to me every second. I felt like my heart was racing a few seconds later My vision had finally come back. I was on the ground, I was trying my best to find out where I was, I thought about it and I realized it was an underground kidnap place. I looked up and then that shadow? I realized that the shadow was 'The Intruder'. I was shivering in fear was I next? Will he kill me?! Will he kidnap me? Will my family live!? I had a million questions in one.

I didn't know what to do I felt as if I was stuck to the ground. All I could hear is heavy breathing I felt terrified. I thought he was taking me to hell. The Intruder's face. I don't know he just looked, even more, creepier than before. The slender-like appearance, the thing was tall, very tall. It had empty-handed eye sockets he look even more horrifying than Slenderman and Jeff The Killer. The terrific experience was awful.

My body finally got up and I tried my best to run as fast as I could. It was just an infinite hallway as if it was in a loop. The heavy breathing was getting louder. But then, it stopped? Why did he stop? When I took it I heard laughter, and everything turned pitch black. I blinked and everything turned blood red. I couldn't move, I fell to the ground unable to move like I was paralyzed. The Intruder was behind me. A shadow-like hand went for my chest. Before my vision blurred again I saw that my heart had been ripped out. I saw blood everywhere. I felt my soul leaving me even my breath!, suddenly I couldn't handle the pressure and I passed out..?

= Chapter 3 ABYSS = After my funeral, the Wicoscon town was shrouded in a dark stormy night, a terrified phone call pierced through the silence. The distressed voice on the other end spoke of a strange figure lurking in the shadows, a figure that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. The word quickly spread, reaching the ears of the local sheriff, a seasoned officer known for his unwavering determination.

With urgency in his eyes, Sheriff Reynolds jumped into his cruiser, sirens wailing as he raced toward the distressed family's residence. The scene that awaited him was one of unspeakable horror. The air was heavy with a sense of impending doom as he saw the devastated mother clutching her injured legs, tears streaming down her face. And there, in the empty room, was the unmistakable emptiness of a child's absence.

Gathering his wits, Sheriff Reynolds listened intently as the mother recounted the nightmarish encounter. She spoke of a figure cloaked in darkness, its presence suffocating, with only a hint of black sludges peeking out from under the hood. The mother's description resonated with a name—a name that sent shivers down the sheriff's spine. Jonathan J. Henderson—a man known for his eerie presence and sinister deeds.

Determined to bring the little girl back safely, the sheriff gathered his team of deputies. Together, they embarked on a race against time through the labyrinthine streets of the town, desperately searching for any trace of the elusive suspect. Each dark corner they explored, every abandoned building they cautiously entered, added to the mounting tension that permeated the night.

As the hours slipped away, fear clutched at their hearts, but the sheriff's unwavering resolve pushed them forward. Finally, a lead emerged—a derelict, decaying house on the outskirts of town. It stood ominously, its windows shattered and its walls whispering secrets of the past. With a deep breath, Sheriff Reynolds and his deputies mustered their courage and ventured inside.

Within the dilapidated halls, they found themselves surrounded by an eerie silence. The stale air seemed to trap their breaths as they cautiously ascended the creaking staircase. Step by step, they climbed higher, following the haunting echoes that led them deeper into the bowels of the house.

And then, in the darkest corner of the attic, they discovered a sight that sent shivers down their spines. There, huddled in a cold, damp corner, was the little girl—her innocent eyes filled with fear and her small frame trembling with the weight of her ordeal. As the sheriff approached, his heart filled with both relief and anger, he whispered soothing words, promising to keep her safe.

But their relief was short-lived. From the shadows emerged a figure—a cloaked man with piercing eyes and a wicked smile. It was Jonathan J. Henderson, the embodiment of pure malevolence. A sinister chuckle escaped his lips as he revealed the twisted truth—he was merely a puppet in a much larger, malevolent game.

A chase ensued a desperate battle between good and evil within the confines of that decrepit attic. The sheriff's determination clashed with Jonathan's maleficent cunning, each move taking them closer to victory or impending doom. As the final moments approached, the sound of police sirens filled the night, signaling the arrival of backup.

In a final, fateful confrontation, Sheriff Reynolds managed to overpower Jonathan, his strength fueled by the need to protect the innocent. Handcuffed and defeated, Jonathan's wicked laughter echoed in the room, a chilling reminder that evil lurked even in the most unsuspecting places.

After Handcuffing him they called a priest to get the demon out of him whoever had done this was also arrested Henderson was then taken to court where he had gotten 92 consecutive life sentences he was also charged whit assault, kidnapping, and killing 50 people but he claimed he had killed more than 50 he was sentenced 60 years to prison and eligible of parole in 29 years.

And so, the nightmare ended, but the memory of that terrifying night would forever haunt the sheriff and the town. But what happened to the witch who possessed Jonathan J Henderson? Where is he? will he get his revenge? You will about to find out. = Chapter 4 TERRIBLE NIGHTMARE =

A MONTH LATER.
Recently everything has been okay, well mostly everything. I always feel like someone is watching me. I tell myself it's the effect of meeting The Intruder. So now I don't see it as a problem anymore. It usually happens somewhere dark when no one is around. Besides that, everything else has been good. Anyway,  I went down to my basement to get something, but when I came down there, I saw something odd after I went to the basement, I found something creature-like. It had sharp teeth and bright white eyes. I stared at it for a few seconds then it began to run after me. I managed to lock the basement door before it got me. I checked the time, and it was midnight. I decided to go to bed and worry about it tomorrow.

THE NEXT DAY 5 AM.
I got up this morning and looked at the time, realizing I had woken up earlier. I realized I had woken up from a banging sound on my door. I got up and opened the door. It was a small piece of paper with writing that said "IM BACK." I grabbed the note and put it in the trash, not thinking much about it. I went back to bed since it was very early in the morning.

A FEW HOURS LATER, 8 AM.
I woke up again, and I got out of bed. I thought about the creature-like thing in the basement again. I unlocked the basement door again and went down the stairs. I went as quietly as a human could be. I bought a lighter with me just in case. I made it downstairs to the basement. But I didn't see the creature thing. I went back upstairs and locked the basement door. I decided to go down to the basement at night and try again.

TONIGHT, 11 PM.
I got my lighter and my basement key and went to the basement. The creature was there. I finally found it again. I got my lighter ready, and I went up to it. I finally got a good view of it. It started to chase me, but then I got its hand and caught it on fire. It began to scream and burn fastly. It yelled something that sounded like, "I AM THE ONE YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE KILLED. I WILL RETURN." It reached out for me, but it turned into ashes before it did. I ran back upstairs and locked the door. I ran to my bed and tried to calm myself down. I fell asleep fastly from my body shaking a lot.

TOMORROW, 9 AM.
I woke up and got up feeling weird. I realized I had scars from yesterday. I got out of bed and looked in my house. It looked like everything burnt down. I thought I burned the creature-like intruder. It also burnt my house down. I had that feeling that something was behind me. But this time, I wasn't wrong. It wasn't the creature. It looked like there was blood and burn scars all over it. But then it was the creature, its ashes turned into something new. Suddenly it changed its appearance. It turned into the original intruder, and then it said, "Look familiar?" I tried to run, but I couldn't move my body. It came up to me, and I started to feel dizzy. Suddenly it vanished and I was able to move again. I looked at my hands, a blank space. I cannot feel anything. My vision blurred then I gave up

= PEACE TURNS INTO NIGHTMARE = Once upon a chilling night, in a quiet suburban town, a man named Jonathan vanished without a trace. For three agonizing weeks, his family and friends searched desperately for any sign of him. The entire community was gripped with fear and uncertainty as rumors of strange occurrences spread like wildfire.

Then, one fateful day, the police made a shocking discovery. Jonathan had been found alive, but he was no longer the man they once knew. He stood before them, his physical presence towering and intimidating, his eyes filled with an unsettling glimmer of malevolence. Something had changed within him during those weeks of his disappearance, leaving him bigger, better, and stronger than anyone could have imagined.

As news of Jonathan's reappearance spread throughout the town, a sense of dread settled upon its residents. They were left questioning the nature of his transformation and fearing what he had become. The once tightly-knit community became a web of paranoia, with whispers of dark secrets and hidden agendas echoing through the streets.

Yet amidst the chaos, there was one person who dared to confront the enigma that Jonathan had become. A courageous soul, driven by a relentless curiosity, embarked on a dangerous journey to unravel the truth. Delving deep into local legends and ancient lore, they sought to uncover the source of Jonathan's newfound strength and find a way to stop him.

Days turned into sleepless nights as this intrepid investigator followed a trail of cryptic clues and eerie whispers. Finally, their perseverance led them to a dusty, forgotten tome hidden in the depths of a decrepit library. Within its worn pages lay the key to Jonathan's vulnerability, his Achilles' heel.

According to the ancient text, his strength derived from an otherworldly force, but it was not invincible. There was a single weakness that could render him powerless—the darkness of his own past. Jonathan's transformation had awakened dormant demons within him, and they thrived on his guilt, regret, and unresolved fears.

Armed with this knowledge, the investigator devised a daring plan to exploit Jonathan's vulnerability. They would confront him in a secluded place, where the shadows whispered secrets and the moon cast an eerie glow. With a heavy heart and trembling hands, they faced the man they once knew, hoping to reach the flicker of humanity still hidden beneath the monstrous facade.

As the moon reached its zenith, the confrontation commenced. Memories and emotions spilled forth, as the investigator peeled back the layers of Jonathan's tortured soul. The darkness within him writhed and shrieked, weakened by the piercing light of self-reflection.

In one climactic moment, Jonathan fell to his knees, his monstrous form shrinking back to human proportions. The shadows receded, leaving him vulnerable and broken. The darkness that had consumed him was banished, replaced by a profound emptiness.

And so, the town breathed a collective sigh of relief, for their nightmare had come to an end. But in the aftermath, they couldn't help but wonder: what had truly happened to Jonathan during those three weeks? What forces had transformed him into a creature of nightmares? Those questions remained unanswered, forever haunting the minds of the townsfolk.

For in the heart of every horror story lies the chilling reminder that darkness can lurk within the most ordinary of souls, waiting for the perfect moment to emerge and shroud the world in fear once more but wait isn't Jonathan J Henderson dead? OR is he in a COMA!? We will find out what is he up to.

TO BE CONTINUED