Not Alone
She was in her bed, but she had not slept a single wink. That’s because she kept hearing the noises. And the more they continued, the more terrified she became.
The first time she heard the sound of the floor creaking downstairs she tried to convince herself it was her imagination. But it just kept going to the point that the sound was completely undeniable.
And then there were the other noises. Things had been falling in the last few minutes, and her not knowing just what any of it was made her condition even worse. More than ever, she wished Roger wasn’t away on that business trip. If he were here, he would take care of whatever was down there.
But there was no time left to think of any of that. No matter how scared she was, she knew she’d have to take care of business herself.
Thankfully, there was at least Roger’s gun to protect her. She leaned over onto the nightstand and held it firmly in her hand.
It was now or never.
With her hands trembling, she kept the gun pointed in front of her as she walked down the steps. The sounds of the floor creaking continued, along with something else.
Footsteps. And they were coming in her direction.
She was halfway down the steps when the footsteps stopped. The outline of whatever was down there was clear to her.
She fired one shot.
The figure disappeared to the floor in a heap. When several minutes passed without any movement, she finally got the nerve to turn a light on and see the thing face to face.
It was Roger.