The soft pitter-patter of rain against the window was drowned out by the screaming voices coming from the poorly lit living room. Two figures stood opposite each other both fighting for dominance yet none being able to scream louder than the other.
The slam of the door made the voices go quiet, a shadow stumbled across the wall until finally, a figure stepped into the dim light. Both figures stared at the drunken mess in front of them. He leaned to one side and stumbled forward before steadying himself against the wall. He pointed a skew finger at the two figures standing in front of him. " Stop shouting I'm trying to sleep" He turned and made his way upstairs, the only sound in the room, his fading footsteps, a door slam, and then silence. Both figures turned to each other shock, surprise, and curiosity floating between them.
" He can see us?"
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Mystery / ThrillerA collection of short stories for all to enjoy, stay awhile and relax.
