I held the shaking gun in the intruder's face. He wasn't a stranger. I've known this asshole for quite some time now. Didn't think it would ever turn into this though. He stood there; about ten feet away. I knew something bad was about to happen. This creature didn't deserve to live anyway. Sweat rolled off my head, as I stood in the hot, evening sun; staring into the eyes of someone who was about to die. My little .25 caliber was not intimidating him in the least. “Put the gun down!” he commanded. I held steadfast. After his initial annoyance wore off, I saw rage take the place of surprise behind his deceiving, dark eyes. “Boy, you better fucking kill me, because if you don't, there's no place you can run, or hi”- BANG...He fell over with one shot through his left eye. The small shot echoed through the neighborhood. I just stood there for a while. Looking at the growing puddle of blood seep from his head. This evil was now dead. - “What's your emergency?”, 911. “I just shot a demon in my yard... He's dead...” I muttered... I sat, motionless, waiting on the police. It was like a surreal, bad movie ending... Perhaps now I can sleep at night...