Journal #5 - Writing Introductions Using POV

Part 1
I looked up from my book when I heard the floorboards downstairs creak. I doubt it was the cat, he never creaks. I doubt my parents would come home without calling me first. I looked around anxious to find out who the heck it was and whether or not she should do something. The only place I could go now without being seen was the roof since opening the steps from the attic would make too much noise. I shivered, hearing the creak of the floorboards again, this time, the boards from the stairs. I looked around frantically, trying to find something to defend myself with. I found my older brother's old baseball bat and picked it up, creeping over to the entrance to the attic. I held the bat like I was about to hit a home run, squatting there and just waiting for the intruder to come up. I heard the creaks get louder and louder, coming closer to the attic entrance. I readied myself to beat the living daylights out of whoever it was.

Part 2
I picked up the key from under one of the large stones in the garden, the place where the woman always left it. I slid the key into the lock and turned it, hearing the small click. I stepped inside the house quietly and pocketed the key, looking around. If I were right, she was going to be around here somewhere. I took a few steps quietly, stepping on just the balls of my feet and trying my best to stay quiet. As soon as I stepped foot into the kitchen, the floorboards made a loud creaking sound. I winced, glaring down at the board as if to tell it to shut up. After looking around the first floor of the house, I started to head up the stairs, flinching every time the wooden boards creaked. I cursed the boards out mentally while furrowing my brows. I reached the top floor and looked around, wondering where she was. I looked in my ex-wife's room, wondering if maybe my daughter might be hiding there. I crept over to the room that belonged to my son, now my daughter's. I took a glimpse inside before freezing as I heard a light rustle coming from the attic. I wondered if it was a mouse but either way, I felt like checking. I reached up to the cold, copper handle to the attic and pulled it down. I pulled the stairs down and climbed a few steps, having just a tiny glimpse of a bright, silver speck of light.