Home Alone

You make a run for the back door. You try the handle, but someone's barred it closed from the outside. You push again, but this time it makes a noise. You see a figure in the reflection of the door. You turn around, and see a tall man with a wispy beard. His face is covered in burns and scabs. He cackles, and pulls a gun from his waist. You put your hands in the air, but it's too late.