FSS- The Break-in

When I walk into the kitchen, I notice that there is broken glass all over the floor…

Cold air drifts in through a broken window, bringing up goosebumps on my bare skin. I pull the towel tighter around me and tiptoe through the mess to peak through the smashed window pane, my heart stutters as I realise this was no accident… someone has broken in. 

I shriek as the lights turn off plunging me into darkness,  It’s probably just the storm knocking down a tower I tell myself but I don’t believe it. Frozen in fear I try to decide what to do; without my phone, without clothes, out in the elements in the dead of winter, I won’t last 10 minutes. Herb lives a mile away, I have no chance of getting there in this blizzard. The wind from the broken window plasters my wet hair against my shivering body as if to make a point. 

Where did I leave my phone? If it’s down here with me, maybe I can find it and call the police before whoever has broken in found me and… and…

Does he know I’m home? Does he know where I am? Is he watching me right now? I shiver violently and not just from the cold this time. 

Easing my way through the pitch-black kitchen, I head towards the living room to find clothes. A sudden shifting noise from above makes me jump and step on a piece of glass. “Shit” I exclaim as quietly as possible. Footsteps halt at the sound of my voice. Shit, I exclaim again, this time internally. 

With shaking hands I grab the bread knife I left on the counter and continue easing towards the living room, limping on bleeding feet. I nearly cry with relief when with numb fingers I pull on my discarded clothes and feel my phone in the hoodie pocket. 

Retreating to the downstairs toilet I lock myself in, and call the police. “We have a unit in the area dealing with the fallout of the storm, we can be with you within 5 minutes.”

Movement from above resumes as the intruder (or intruders?) Ransack the house, I huddle in the cold, dark bathroom, praying they don’t find me. 

Banging on the front door pulls another shriek from my taut body but I instantly relax as the police call out.

Finally, I am safe. 

I hear the cops stomp up the stairs finally you stupid fuckers are caught. A vicious smile overtakes my face but drops just as fast.

Nothing.

No one.

Who or what was in my house?!

Written for and inspired by Fandango’s Story Starter.

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