It was around midnight and everybody in the family was fast asleep except me; I was still busy in my room reading…actually cramming in preparation for exams. I could not believe my ears when I heard a low voice whisper outside. I was terribly frightened. “Did I really hear anything?” I asked myself in disbelief. “Or was it an illusion!” I tiptoed to the window, cocked my ears and held my breath. I did not hear anything, even the wind was still. In and outside the house was frightfully quiet. I might have imagined the voices, I thought.I was about to move the curtain in order to peer outside and good heavens! Someone was knocking commandingly at the door. “Open the door!!” thundered a voice. “Else we will come in with it!” I was pretty sure that whoever was making the demand could carry on with their threat any moment; even so I could not dare to go and open the door since doing is embracing a calamity.
It was pitch dark and I did not dare to light even the lamp. I thought it could attract their attention. Before I could decide on any course of action, they had started breaking the door. The noises from the door awakened my parents. I heard footsteps moving towards the door being broken: it was Daddy’s. I opened the door of my room to confirm. My father was holding a dagger and my mother was behind him. Before they could reach the door, it swung open breaking into pieces. Four men armed with rifles entered swiftly. One man pointed rifle at my father, another one was pointed at my mother. “Try anything silly and you will be past tense in a second!” warned one of the burglars. My mother broke into screams. “Take care of her!” came an order from the same person who warned my parents not to try anything silly.
One of the four men hit mum on the back near her neck. She collapsed and feinted. My eyes were flowing with tears, but I could not make any noise. “These men are callous killers,” I thought. “God help me think a way out of this turmoil.” The men surrounded my dad, interrogating him. Meanwhile I tiptoed to my parents’ bedroom, grabbed the phone and got under the bed. I dialed 999 with my trembling fingers and gave out the nature of the situation to the authorities. I then climbed under the rooftop to be hidden by the ceilings. What I could hear were heavy footsteps moving from one room to the other: they were searching for something. About 6 minutes later I heard the police sirens. I heard the loudspeaker, “Police!… lay down your weapons and come out with your hands in the air!” What followed next was heavy exchange of fire. After three minutes of fight, the thieves were overpowered by the police. When the gun fire died I climbed down the ceiling. One of the four was killed in the course of fire exchange while the others sustained serious bullet wounds. Mum had been taken by an ambulance to the hospital. The burglars who were still alive were taken to the hospital under police watch.