I’mJohn L. Pointon, a bodybuilder, I’m 25 years old, I have a six-pack and above average calves, biceps and triceps. Additionally, I am a 4th degree takewondo black belt and have been practicing boxing since I was 6 years old. I am the leader of the local underground (illegal) bare-knuckles fighting club. Also, I have a deep, masculine, intimidating voice and I'm 6 foot 5.
I was just sat in my living room, sipping my can of warm Stella Artois beer when I heard it. A high-pitch yet clearly male, clown-like chuckle. Terrifyingly, it was coming from my basement. I picked up my pre-loaded rifle and entered the basement. What made this even worse was the lack of electricity in the basement, nothing but darkness. I heard the floorboards behind me (in-between me and the door leading from the basement into the kitchen) creak. I spun around to see someone slam the basement door shut; this was followed by a latching noise coming from the exterior lock. I kicked the door open, knocking the steel lock onto the ground as it shattered into hundreds of tiny pieces. I heard the front door open and noticed a shadow disappear through the door. I closed it and returned to my beer.
It had been a week of hearing quiet footsteps moving around the house, I had however ignored them assuming it was simply paranoia due to the previous sighting. However, this all changed one night: I had been awoken by shaking sensation from underneath my mattress. I was scared, I pulled my pistol from my underwear drawer and lifted up my mattress. Sure enough, there was a musty-smelling crawlspace on the bare part of my bed. I crawled into it and followed the cold metal pole down into a dark room. It contained a sleeping bag, empty bottles of lube, bags of potato chips and, most terrifyingly, a wooden trap-door leading into my basement. At first I found this funny until I realised I heard vibrations before, he must still be in there somewhere.
All I felt was a long wooden pole smash into my face as I fell backwards. Luckily, I somehow managed  to fire my pistol, I guess as some form of survival response. The bullet went straight through  his skull and made him fall to the ground, dead....