Knives

Something woke Rock up. There was a commotion near the foot of his bed, and he turned to see two Hispanic men and a woman armed with knives just as they launched an attack on him. He knew he had little chance but grabbed a pillow and tried to fend off the slashes. A blade penetrated his lower right abdomen and he screamed, consumed by panic.
And then, just like that, they were gone. Rock's bedside lamp was on, and he could see he had not been stabbed. He lay frightened. It wasn't yet midnight, and he considered getting up to avoid further contact with the knife-wielders.