Saturday, September 25, 2010

there was a knock on the front door.....

she didn't want to answer it.....
it was late at night, after all......
and she was alone at home...
but as she stood by the door,
she could hear the person breathing on the other side....breathing hard.....
and as she looked through the peephole,
she could barely make out the figure of a man, dressed in dark blue....
it was so late !!
who was he ?
why hadn't the concierge called upstairs ??
she went to call downstairs,
and for some reason,
her phone was dead !!
this was getting really creepy...
thinking,,,, thinking,,,,,,
what to do ??
he just stood there, on the other side of the door....
waiting.......
an alarm started sounding shrilly in the hallway !!
a fire alarm !!
weirrrrrrrrd.....
she froze......
not wanting to face the stranger outside the door......
but not wanting to BURN EITHER !!!
the smell of smoke began permeating the air.....

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