Silver machete

It was a dark and stormy night. Lighting strikes into the fear of her heart. Thunder rolling in the distance.She sees him. This mysterious man in a black trench coat,wielding a silver machete. The rain pouring off of his body making His dirty long hair and beard seem even more terrifying. She is not sure whether to run hide or fight for her life. He hasn't seen her yet. His possible next victim. He has already murdered her entire family. Taking them out one by one in a gruesome manner.She freezes in the dark muddy state of hopelessness. He turns ,he sees her. She sees the knife,she runs into the darkness. Not knowing where to go. not knowing where he has gone. In the shadows there is a light. Its a house! she makes a desperate attempt to reach safety before he does. running with everything she has left. The door is unlocked . No one is home. Once inside she hears his footsteps on the creaky wooden porch.She bolts the door but it is no use. He is much stronger than any lock. She presses against it in a last ditch effort to save her self. he forces through . She runs once again from this dark creature. She runs into the bathroom and slams the door. He isn't chasing her. She doesn't hear his footsteps, only silence. She notices something  dripping from her hair . her arms and legs are covered in what looks like she has been attacked. Covered in blood. She thinks, "how is this possible he didn't touch me!" She turns to the mirror to see if her face is damaged. Only to get the shock of her life. Looking down at her hand . The one holding the silver machete....