The Fear

Right now. I hear it. Noises. Upstairs. I don't know what to do. I am laying on the couch. I have a knife. What is in my house? I am thinking about making a run for it. But what about the pets? Where would I even go? I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this. I don't want to be so alone. The pets don't care. They ignore the noises. I hear sounds. Coming from the windows. Layers of noise. The windows are so loud.