Вариант 1 (200 слов)
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was howling and the rain was pouring down in sheets. I was alone in my house, trying to read a book to distract myself from the storm. Suddenly, I heard a loud banging on the front door. I hesitated for a moment, but then decided to go and see who it was. As I opened the door, I saw a figure standing in the rain, their face obscured by a hood. They asked to come in and wait out the storm. I reluctantly agreed and led them to the living room. As we sat in silence, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about this person. Suddenly, they stood up and revealed a knife. I screamed and ran for the door, but it was locked from the outside. I was trapped with a stranger who wanted to harm me. The rest of the night was a blur of fear and adrenaline. I never found out who that person was or why they targeted me, but I never forgot that terrifying night.
Вариант 2(400 слов)
It was a dark and stormy night, the kind of night that makes you want to curl up under a blanket and never leave your house again. I was alone in my small apartment, trying to distract myself from the storm by watching a movie. As I settled in, I heard a strange noise coming from the hallway. At first, I thought it was just the wind, but then I heard footsteps. I froze, unsure of what to do. I lived alone and didn’t have any friends or family nearby. I tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination, but then I heard the doorknob turn. Someone was trying to break into my apartment.
I panicked and ran to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the drawer. I didn’t know what else to do. I heard the door creak open and footsteps approaching. I held my breath, waiting for the intruder to reveal themselves. Suddenly, a figure stepped into the room. It was a man, tall and muscular, with a menacing look in his eyes. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me with a cold, calculating gaze.
I tried to back away, but he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards him. I struggled, but he was too strong. He whispered something in my ear, something about how he had been watching me for weeks and how he was going to make me pay for something I didn’t even know I had done. I was terrified, unsure of what was going to happen next.
The rest of the night was a blur of fear and pain. I don’t remember much, just flashes of the man’s face and the sound of his voice. When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in my apartment, bruised and battered. I never found out who that man was or why he targeted me, but I never forgot that terrifying night. It changed me in ways I couldn’t even begin to describe. I was no longer the same person I had been before. I was scared, paranoid, and constantly looking over my shoulder. I never felt safe again.
