Prologue
It’s late but I am still sitting on the couch, reading my
book. After a long day of keeping my two, young kids occupied, this
is the only quiet time I have. Although I should get some sleep so
I can be ready to start my routine all over again tomorrow, I feel
the need to have my me time. The house is still and I take a moment
to appreciate the complete silence of it all.
A light turns on in the corner of my eye. It’s the
motion censored light that is outside my front door. How
odd, I think. I’m simply assuming it’s an animal.
Right when I turn back to my book I hear a knock. And then another.
They keep coming in a pattern, one after the other.
Knock… knock… knock. Is it just some kid? Or
maybe a drunken neighbor getting our houses confused? Did I
lock the door?
“H-hello?” I call. “Who is it?”
There’s no answer and I didn’t really expect one. I get
up and edge close to the door. “Whoever you are, you’re
at the wrong house. Go away or I will call the police.” I
pray that my kids won’t wake up and become frightened.
The
knocking continues at its steady pace. “That’s it,
I’m calling the police!” I say and surely the person
can hear me. I grab my cell phone and then go to both of my
children’s rooms to check on their safety. Satisfied to see
that they are just as I left them, I start to dial 911, but the
knocking stops. Maybe I won’t have to call the police after
all. Perhaps it was a prank and the threat scared the kid off. Good
riddance.
However,
when I almost make it to the living room once more, I hear
tinkering happening to the lock at the door and then a sudden
click. Oh God, they picked the lock. Right as I start
running to the rooms once more, I hear the door swing open.
And I hear someone loading their gun.
Prologue It’s late but I am still sitting on the couch,
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Feb 24, 2014 2:49am
