Creative Writing piece

A crash, like that of a window breaking, woke me with a start. Petrified, I lay in my bed silently listening and thinking about what that could have been. Then, I suddenly I heard it again, but this time it was louder, and it seemed like it was closer to me this time. I slowly sat up in bed, not daring to make any noise at all. I can hear footsteps creeping up the stairs getting closer and closer to me. All I can think about is how much I wish I would have slept over at my friends house. She had asked me but I ignored her and now here I am in a dark house all alone. I start to walk towards the door, knowing I didn’t have much time before I saw what had just broken into my house. I slowly crept forward and then suddenly stopped. The footstep had ceased.
“Hello, is anybody in here” I whispered quietly. I took one step out of my room and I was face to face with a dark figure. I think he had a mask on, but I couldn’t really tell. Then, the guy reveled his face and I was terrified of what I saw. He had a dark skin tone and he had deep scars all over his face. His arms and legs were covered in tattoos. My whole life I had hoped that I would never see a man like this but my luck has run out. Then, I saw the knife in his pocket. Knowing that he was going to kill me I ran towards the phone to dial 911. Just as I started to run the man bolted after me. Just as I had dialed the nine I saw a flash of silver and I felt immense pain in my stomach. My whole life flashed before my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I was really dying. Then, I faintly heard the man laugh, before I completely blacked out; forever.