The pounding on the door woke her up, confused, she tried to understand what was going on. There had been tales, of kidnappers coming into people’s home to abduct them.
There came the pounding again.
“Who is there?”
Silence. The person didn’t answer. Heart pounding, she wonders how they got through the estate security and then through her living room door which had an automatic alarm system. She looks around for a weapon but there’s none. She settled for her ballpoint pen, that will have to do.
The person pounds on the door again, this time much louder than before. Irritated she screamed,
“Who. Is. There?”
And waited for a few seconds, there’s pin drop silence. She’s uncertain if it’s all in her head or maybe she was dreaming. She tiptoes to the door, as she turns the lock, she hears footsteps. She opens the door slowly, just in time to she a figure retreating to her living room.
She holds the pen firmly as she tiptoes to the living room to check who it was. The lights came on as they all chorused
“Happy birthday.”
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