PSLE: A stranger at the door

Warm rays filtered through the sheen curtain, washing my bedroom in brilliance. I was lazing on my comfortable bed knowing that the whole house was at my disposal since my parents had gone out for work. 

The chiming of the doorbell suddenly reverberated through my house. Who could it be? Knitting my brows together, I stormed out of my messy bedroom, annoyed at the noise. I craned my neck to look through the door hole to see who was outside.

A dashing gentleman, dressed to the nines, was ringing the doorbell continuously. He was holding a box. What could be inside? Curiosity got the better of me. I opened the door.

“Congratulations! Your household has won the first prize in a lucky draw,” the man spoke in a saccharine voice, his huge grin splitting across his face.

My face lit up in delight and I asked inquisitively, “What is the prize?”

“It's a Samsung Galaxy 4, the newest phone model in town!” he exclaimed with excitement.

My dream mobile phone! My beady eyes kept staring at the box.   "Son, always be wary of strangers," my mother's ingrained warning kept lingering in my head. After some major dithering, I threw the warning out of my mind. In momentary stupor, I unlocked the gate to let him in.

My happiness was short-lived. In a flash, the man dashed in. His smile vanished and he gave me a penetrating glare. He whipped out a dagger in his hand and spoke maliciously, “Where are the cash and valuables? Hand them over now!”

Fear pulsated in me. My heart palpitated against my ribs and my palms turned clammy. Ashen-faced, I froze on the spot and beads of cold sweat dotted my forehead. “I... I... don't know,” I stammered and stuttered in horror. In panic, I started bawling at the top of my voice.

“Shut up. Or else, you will regret it!” he snarled, waving his dagger threateningly.

However, I could not help it but continued wailing. Suddenly, I noticed a glimpse of movement. My dad was behind the con man. He used a huge vase and smashed it on his head. Immediately, he fainted. My father tied him up and called the police. The police came and arrested him.

As for me, I was ashamed to fall for his tactic. I shuddered at the thought of being killed by that evil man. It was my greed that had caused all this trouble. My father gave me an earful and I knew I definitely deserved it.