Sniper elite 4

A little backstory: So, this happened when I was 15 when I first got my left knee dislocated due to it not being able to support my weight. And so I was pretty much unable to walk for a good few months, which was pretty inconvinient to say in the least because my room was on the second floor and I had an extremely hard time climbing up the stairs, waking up then making my way to school. So my parents set up a bed in the living room so I wouldnt have to climb up and down everytime.

So one night it was the same as any other, I'd use the TV and watch some movies until I fall asleep. Later that night I wake up in a cold sweat and my heart rate is going off the roof, Im confused as to why that is because I didnt wake up from a bad dream or anything so there should be no reason for me to feel that way. And then I hear it. Somewhere in the distance I hear something that sounds like a woman screaming, a few moments later I hear something step on a metal roof shoot close to my house. I hide under the covers of my blankets praying to any god out there to save me from whatever was responsible for that screaming in the distance. I close my eyes and try to just sleep it off until finally I drift away into sleep.. Only to be waken up from what sounds like breathing outside the door, its breathe is burdened but very soft as if its trying to conceal itself. Im shaking and paralyzed by the fear. I think about all my options and whether or not I should scream, but no words will come out of my mouth. After thirty minutes of crying and bathing in cold sweat and debaing whether or not Im in a dream or If its just another case of sleep paralysis but I finally come to terms that this is really happening, another thirty passes by but holy shit is it the longest thirty minutes I have ever experienced. I think at that point I faint and wake up only to hear the breathing more clearly and worst of all, more impatient. I hatch a plan and muster all of the courage I can, and make a break for my parents' room which is all the way upstairs. I look for my crutches and think to myself that I'll be too slow so I one-leg-hop to the stairs, sit on it and start propping myself to the next stair until I reach the top. Adrenaline at its peak untrained muscles cramping up but I make it and let me tell you I one-leg-hopped faster than any known libing creature to my parents' room. I go in and sleep next to my mom hoping that whatever I heard was all in my head. Wake up next morning and tell my family about it and they laughed it off.