Footsteps
I was supposed to be in the house alone but I could hear someone walking around upstairs. He wasn’t just walking. He was stomping. Plaster dust started dropping from the ceiling and tiny cracks started to spread like veins in a medical simulation.
From the force of the pounding I assumed it was a man. Finding a woman that size would have frightened me even more. A brave person would have marched up the steps and confronted the intruder. A smart person would have called the authorities.
I was neither smart nor brave. Instead I just turned up the volume on the television set to its highest setting and tried to ignore the terrible footsteps.
Apparently the racket blaring from the speakers disturbed the intruder. Moments later I heard heavy footsteps coming down the steps. I jumped to my feet and tried to flee, but there was a shape in the doorway.
Not man.
Not woman.
Instead I saw…
The End