The Lonesome Adventurer

You slide the deadbolt slowly, readying yourself for anything that’s out there. The door unlocks with a click, and then it flies off its hinges and into the room behind you (missing your head by mere inches), fracturing into a million tiny daggers when it hits the ground, almost as if it were hit by a semi coming off of the freeway. When you force yourself to look away from the wreckage that was once your living room you see a tall, dark, whispy figure standing where your door once was staring at you with flaming orange eyes. “Wha…” was all you could get out before the mysterious, shadowy creature lunged at you. The next moment, everything went cold, and the world faded from your view.