the visitor(on hold)

part 2

I heard the elevator humming its way going up to my floor. I started to feel a little bit of relief knowing that the police are on their way up, and pretty much quickly this time. I remember just a few days ago, a neighbor on the 3rd floor had a domestic fight with her boyfriend. It turned ugly coz the girl got beaten up so much that she was in coma until now. I guess everyone in the building were all calling for help but the police and the ambulance never got here until it was a little too late. The boyfriend got away and the girl's family were very disappointed at the slow response time of the police. I believe they are suing the police for their negligence and I for one agreed that they are just doing the right thing, the police need to be responsible, too, for what happened.

But right now I am mighty thankful that they are here so fast. They are trying so hard to change their image as the media were on their necks for many days. 

The elevator doors opened and two policemen came out. 

"Mam, are you the lady who called for help?" asked one of them.

"Yy..ye...yess.." my voice quivered as fear still gripped me.

"Mam, we will enter your place and please stay here until we say it's clear."

They quickly went inside my place just like what John did a while back. I heard them calling out to the intruder. Minutes seemed like hours as I waited for the police to capture whoever was inside my room. I hope John is alright, too.

One of the cops came by the door and called me to get inside. I guess they had the place secured and the intruder captured, finally. I let out a big sigh of relief as I slowly went inside. The place was awfully quiet. The two policemen were standing near my coffee table, whispering to each other while strangely looking at me. I noticed that they were alone.

"Ah... is it really safe? Where is John? Is he ok? .... and the intruder, did you get him?" I got to ask them coz I can't see anyone with them, maybe the criminal is still inside my bedroom.

Those strange looks again. What's wrong with these people?

Finally one of them begin talking.

"Mam... are you sure an intruder was here when you called for help?" he asked me with so much curiousity on his eyes.

What is he talking about? Why are they asking me this?

"Yes... I am sure... I heard someone inside my room that's why I called for help. You could ask John, he was here. Have you seen him?" I am beginning to get confused now.

They are looking at each other again.

"What's wrong? Is John ok? He went in there checking the room for me. He should still be inside." I told them, confusion rising in me.

"Mam... the place is fine, it is secure, and there is no intruder around, not even this John that you are refering to. The whole place is safe, nothing out of place, we believe. You better see for yourself." they asked me to go with them inside my bedroom.

They were right. My bedroom was how I left it when I heard the knocks on my door. There was no one here and not a single thing was out of place. I checked the bathroom and the closet, there was nothing.

What's going on?

I sat on my bed feeling so exhausted and still confused. I forgot that the police are still waiting for me to say something.

"I don't know what to say.... I know I was not imagining things... I am not that kind of person..." i began explaining to them. I don't like the idea of what they could be thinking right now.

I am not crazy!

"Mam... you might just be under a lot of stress... we think you should take some rest. If ever you need more help, you could call us again. We can let our selves out." and they were gone. I was left sitting by my self.

It took me some more time to get up to lock the door. There might not be an intruder nowand I don't want that to happen anytime soon. I bolted the locks and chained them to finally secure my place.

I must be very stressed out from work. Was I really imagining all that? What about John?

I took my phone and dialled for the reception downstairs. I need to check for my self. 

"Yes Ms.Chan, this is Bert, what can I do for you?" Bert was the morning receptionist as well as the head security.

I don't know how to start asking him but I have to.

"Did John work last night? Was he here early this morning?"

"Hold on Ms. Chan, I have to check first..." the line was quiet for a second and then he was back. What he told me after took my breath away like I was punched hard on my tummy.

"John was on leave Ms. Chan since Wednesday. He won't be back until next week. His daughter was sick. It was Ralph who was here for the graveyard shift. Is that all Ms. Chan?

I never got to hear the rest of what he was telling me. The phone fell to the carpeted floor with a thud and then everything went black.