After desperately explaining what happened, Norman calls the police. The dining room window smashes and glass pieces scatter across the floor. He’s here, he has followed me to your house. What was next to come was unknown but Norman grabbed for his rifle and stood right in front of me. As the mysterious man climbed through the broken window, Norman fired a shot. He missed him. The man fell into the dining room in shock and lay on the floor. Norman went over to the man to see if he had been injured. And as Norman got close to the man, he jumped up and grabbed for Norman’s gun and quickly shot him in the arm. I screamed then stepped back onto the fireplace. Norman lay defenceless on the floor, holding where the bullet hit him, his face deformed
