Writing promps

Home... Alone

  You are home alone and hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass door to your backyard and notice a man standing in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you.
    You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear and notice he is much closer to you now.
 
You then drop the phone in shock.

There are no footprints in the snow.

                   It's his reflection.