Looking up I filled with terror. The mass murder Jack the Ripper was in MY house with HIS razor shard knife. I looked around desperately for something I could use. I saw a tape measure- the rope kind- I was using to make a costume for my dog. My poor dog was in the corner terrified. I picked it up threateningly. Jack just laughed and said, "Is that really the best you can do. At least make this fun." Rolling his eyes he easily cut the tape measure in half laughing sadistically. This was it. I'm going to die. I closed my eyes tight waiting for my downfall......
Nothing..... I felt nothing.... Was I dead?
