Short stories

Home alone

"Bye! Have fun at the party," James called out to his departing roommates. Once the door shut, James settled in on the couch and turned on the tv. Someone left the news channel on again. With a sigh, James picked up the remote to change it when alarming words caught his attention.
"Yes, Mike, there is a serial killer by the name of John Paras on the loose in downtown Fiserdale. He is 5 foot 11 inches with straight black hair. He was last sighted wearing a dark-blue hoodie. Make sure to lock all doors and windows in your home to prevent a break-in. The police are very vigilant to arrest this man, to keep you safe. This is your local news station, always there to- "
James left his couch to lock the front door.
"I hope my roommates are okay..." he said, glancing out his sliding glass doors to his backyard. There was a dark figure standing in the snow. His black hair shined as a wicked smile stretched on his face. He fitted the profile of the murderer exactly. James fumbled for his phone and dialed 911. He raised his phone to his ear and peered out the glass. He was standing much closer now, and a knife glinted in his hand. James's phone tumbled to the floor as he realized there were no footprints in the snow. It was a reflection.