Personal Narrative Essay: The Homeless

It was negative two degrees fahrenheit outside as I walked down the sidewalk. My house was just a block up ahead and I was slowly getting closer. Now the house was visible, but there was a movement on the front porch. I made it to the house to see a family of four homeless people trying to hide from the cold. I asked, “ Do you guys have any shelter?” The male, presumably the dad, of the family said, “No.” “Well come inside,” I said as I opened the front door. They all hurried in as quickly as possible to the warmth of my house. They all sat down thanking me for my kind deed. I told them, “Dinner will be ready to eat at ten.” It was 9:24 p.m. at the time. I went into the kitchen to get the chicken breasts ready to be eaten. As I was making the food, I heard a loud noise in the other room. I quickly ran into the other room to see what has happened. In the other room, one of the kids had knocked over one of my decorative vases. I asked, “What happened?” I watched as both of the kids stood and pointed towards each other. The father came in and looked at the damage. “I am so sorry,” he said, “I don’t know what has gotten into them.”The father helped me pick up the pieces and throw them away. After that, I walked back into the kitchen to finish the chicken. It was now 9:55 and I called for them
That’s when I saw my trophy room door open again. I walked in slowly looking around for something. All I saw was something as big as one of my trophies on the floor. I reached down to grab it to find out it was sticky with some kind of liquid. I went over and turned on the lights. When the lights turned on, I saw the body of the father drenched in blood. Out of nowhere the two kids jumped out and stabbed me with the pocket knives. I lay there looking at the body of the father. But the body slowly got up. He turned to me and said, “Thanks for the house!” Then he took another pocket knife from my collection and slit my