I'm not fast or good at fighting, so I would have no chance at survival. I would attack its eyes or genitals (depending on the angle it attacks me).
I'd probably wonder why a person wearing a wolf mask and black body suit is in my nonexistent basement.
Given that I don't believe in monsters, I'd assume it's some asshole in a costume and proceed to beat him to death with my fists.
"Once you stop caring what an arrogant, ignorant, idiotic little twat somewhere half-way across the world in a mouldy little basement with his mother yelling down at him to get off his arse and get a job is saying on the internet, you will find an immense calm overcome you. Suddenly the world will seem a brighter place and your mood will improve immediately."
I do exactly what these two did.
Waaaaah this guy was mean to me! Waaaaaaaaah!
I'm mean because you're stupid.
looks like i have the higher ground. i would kick the shit out of its face
i would pull down my pants and show him my ass. Hopefully that'd scare him away, if not ill probably have a chunk missing from my butt
Depends how fast the fucker is. The only door in my house that doesn't have three locks on it is the one at the bottom of the stairs, so it will be hard to make a fast escape through any of the other doors. My bathroom door is pretty sturdy, so I might be able to lock myself in there, but there is no phone and I don't usually keep my cell nearby when I'm at home. I suppose my best bet is to run to my room and grab my hockey stick to use as a weapon, and maybe a can of Raid to use as mace.
^ Would be yelling this as i throw myself down the stairs to beat the crap out of it
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there is a door between the stairs and the hallway... so I would lock it... and dunno, call police... 'some crazy guy in a wolf-costume is in my house...'
Step 1. Scream like a little girl
Step 2. Run away
Step 3. Cry like a little girl.
Step 4. Who knows...
I would be more terrified of its ability to warp reality so that I suddenly have stairs.
That's some Silent Hill shit right there. He might have bigger and scarier friends.
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Let my dog fuck around with it while I go grab my gun.
To be honest? I'd back away, close the door (lock it, if possible) and apologize through the door on the off-chance that it understands what I say. Never know, it might escape and choose not to kill me one day because I was reasonable, nice and apologized. I'd then probably go sleep in the car.