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'Suddenly the phone went deadâ€¦â€¦..' The words running through my head
'what did he mean?' 'Tonight we shall meet again' I said back to my
self the words of the call. The hairs on the back of my neck rose like
barbed wire from the fright of hearing that husky voice this time of
night. Then without admonition 'SMASH'. the sound of smashing glass
threw me back onto my bed like a rag doll in shock, like a bolt from
the blue. Tears started to fill my eyes.
The room was dark except for the orange streetlight that is streaming
in through the window, casting long shadows across the wooden floor
and glowing on my face. Slowly I slide out of bed, pressing my warm
feet on the cold, silent floor. Creeping towards the door, I hear the
floorboards creak in the hall. Riveted to the spot with fear, I stand
Thoughts darting around in my headâ€¦Do I open the door, or just stay
put? But, maybe looking for an alternative exit would be my best
idea!? Standing, staring at my door, trembling with fright and
suspense. I look around, nowhere to go. A bitter draught flows around
me; the net curtains fly like a flag at mast. The tall oak tree
branches tap on the frosted windowpane, as if to tell me that going
out the window, was the only option I had left.
I hear the bathroom door open; their footsteps are getting closer. I
don't know who is here, trespassing in my house, taking over my
property, invading my space. Slowly I reach over for the torch that's
in the draw of my bedside cabinet. Another door creaked open. Decision
over I had to do it.
I grab my shoes and as quietly as possible slide the window up. I ease
myself out on to the ledge and shuffle along, out of view from the
window. Dizzy with height, the ground is swirling. With no time for
fear and emotions pulsating through me, I lunge forward.
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front door swings open; he stands there, tall and mysterious. He walks
slowly in my direction as if he knows I have nowhere to go.
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the man climbed through the broken window, Saran fired a round. He
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