Who's there?
I was sitting her tonight, working. The boys were in the bed, since it is a school night. My daughter was playing and I was trying to record her walking. I had paused the TV, so it was quiet.
The room our living room is in is huge, but has no windows.
The house must have looked empty or that everyone was in the bed.
I heard someone at the door. Turning the knob.
Miss Priss was still playing and not noticing that mommy was getting ready to shit herself.
She yelled out, just playing.
I guess whoever was there heard her.
They may have heard my fat ass jump to my feet and run for the door.
See the door is crooked so it jams. You have to really jerk it to open it or shove really hard from the outside to open it.
But, the door was unlocked.
Whoever it was made a hasty retreat as I jerked on the doorknob.
I had the broom in my hand and was ready to rumble.
They were gone.
I called Bubba and told him what had happened. He told me to call the police, but they were gone and they never do anything around here anyway so I said fuck it.
I had logged off work for a minute and took the Princess to bed.
Then I made that much needed trip to the bathroom.....



1 Comments:
Jeez. Scary stuff, Ang. Maybe you should lock your doors, even when you're home.
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