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Part III
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hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA 
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Susan could hear her heart pounding inside her chest, it’s rhythmic pattern like a false busy signal in her ear to which the phone was raised. Her hand opened up its grasp on the handset and the phone dropped against the wall with a clang. “Now what? Think Susan,” she commented aloud to herself. Never in her life could she remember being so frightened. A thousand thoughts ran through her head and not one of them good. Had she locked the other door for the night after John left? Were all the windows locked? Was she going to die here alone? “Get a grip,” she shouted to herself in her mind, trying to block out the flood of thoughts. “Now is not the time to go soft.” All her life Susan had been respected for keeping her calm when it seemed like the rest of the world was falling apart. She couldn’t stand to lose that ability now. She ran to the other door, found it locked and began a systematic search to be sure all the windows also were. Satisfied that they were, she began to pull her resources. She scolded herself for adamantly refusing Johns offer to buy her a handgun to keep at the house while he was away on business trips. “We live five miles from the nearest house, who’s going to come here,” she had told him with a smirk. Now she found herself eating her words and regretting that choice along with the one to move here to begin with. The house by the ocean seemed a perfect backdrop for her to write her books and the distance from the nearest neighbor afforded her the peace and quiet she needed. Now that distance seemed more of a threat than a comfort. “Okay, no gun, what can I use for a weapon?” Her eyes caught the large set of knives given to her and John four years ago for their wedding. Fifteen knives in a butcher-block holder, they had never looked so good to her as they did then. “There you go, about time that big butcher knife came in handy for something.” Her attempt at humor failed even herself at this moment. She had nearly reached the counter when she heard a very distinguishable sound. “Oh God!” The words left her lips in muffled tones. She knew what she was hearing and the thought frightened her to death. It was the sound of someone jiggling something in the lock of the other door. ------------------ This is courage...to bear unflinchingly what heaven sends. ~Eurpides |
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johnt300 Member
since 1999-09-12
Posts 214san diego, ca. |
I like it so far, Ruth! There's definitely a rising suspense in the air. When's the next one? Waiting..... Tyson |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Each piece is getting more suspenseful.Loved this!!  ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
Awesome suspense!! Jenny |
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