It was late at night. The lights were off. Olivia was nearly asleep. She heard a noise outside.

“Did I lock the front door?” She asked herself. It was more than likely stray cats, but she couldn’t be too careful. Sighing deeply, irked she had to get up after settling in for the night, she rolled out of bed to check the door to her apartment, just to be sure. As she reached for the light switch, she heard a voice.

“Do NOT turn on the light.” Although she knew it was in her head, the voice sounded clear as day. She recoiled quickly as though the light switch bit her. She shook her head but left the light off, figuring it would really wake her up if she did.

She walked toward the front door, shuffling her feet, being extra careful not to step on any stray dog toys laying about. That’s when she heard a rattle. She stopped in her tracks, listening for the rattle again. It was coming from her front door. Suddenly, she saw a flashlight coming through the window. She ducked down behind her couch and quickly got out her phone to dial 911.

As she was dialing, the door burst down and bright lights shown into her house. “Police! Come out with your hands up!” Olivia threw her hands up quickly, announcing her position. If she wasn’t awake before, she was now.

The police did a quick search of the house, searching for a murder suspect who had just struck a mile away. The search turned up empty, except for a pool of blood in Olivia’s closet and bloody footsteps going from her bedroom door, to the closet, toward her open bedroom window...

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Listen, I know it’s short but blogs are dry af. I wrote this the other day so enjoy.