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Chapter Two: The Possibilities
Connie woke with a small smile on her lips, slowly opening her eyes. She felt a cold breeze tickling her face as she slowly raised it. When did I fall asleep? Thought Connie in surprise. Her hand and stomach felt hot, and she diverted her eyes to see what it was. Her eyes focused to her hand, which she slowly opened and was met with the necklace. Her body heat must have made is rather warm, since she had been clutching it.
Another strong gust of wind hit her face yet again. She looked around the room for the source of the wind, when her eyes landed on the window over her couch. I never opened that... someone might be in my house... Thought Connie hesitantly, a possible intruder being her first thought. She quickly got up and grabbed the knife off the table; she never opened windows, and when she did it was always on the top floor, where no one could get in.
Walking slowly towards the window, she tried shutting it without making noise. At that moment a big gust of wind struck through the window, whipping her hair and heavy curtains in her face, making it nearly impossible to shut the window. The wind kept growing in strength, and she was forced to put the knife down to be even remotely close to shutting the window.
Darkness caught her eye and she looked out the window, dark heavy clouds were blowing towards her house, covering the sky with their gloomy nature. Whatever small smile was on her face was gone at that point. Not caring for making noise anymore, due to the heavy gusts of wind against her house. She used all her force and slammed the window shut, using the wind as help when the window reached a certain point. She than whipped around and grabbed the knife at the same time.
Staying still, Connie began listening to see if there was someone in her house. Aside from the gusting wind against her home, she heard nothing. This worried Connie even more, she had not opened that window, and it was very unlikely that it opened itself; no it was impossible unless you smashed it.
Her thoughts then went to her necklace; she had dropped it on the floor when getting up to the window. She walked over to it and bent to pick it up, and then snapped her head to the sound of creaking upstairs. Shoving the necklace in her pocket out of the way, she silently ran to the stairs and up without making a sound. She had already mastered where to walk in her house without making any sounds to alert anyone of her presence, knowing ones way around your own house is very important.
Reaching the top of the stairs, she silently ghosted over to the room she recognised the creaking coming from. Coming to her destination, Connie placed her hand on the knob of the door and got her knife ready to strike. She snapped the door open, and quickly shot her eyes around the room. There was nothing there though.
She slowly stepped into the room, it was her play room, and nothing looked out of order from what she remembered it looking like. She turned her head to the sound of crinkling, like someone stepping on a plastic garbage bag. The noise had come from the closet, and it was opened a little, but she had dismissed that as her putting away something and not shutting the door all the way. Look another down fall I have to fix in case of a situation like this; my inability to shut a door all the way in my house. Thought Connie with distaste, as she approached the closet with confidence.
Knife at the ready, she prepared herself to open the door outwards, not giving whoever was inside a chance to do anything, she whipped it open and glanced inside.
She didn't see anything in there however, and was about to look through the closet when something jumped at her.
"Ahhh!" yelled Connie as she fell backwards in surprise, dropping her knife.
She didn't even bother picking it up though, because she was quick to realize that it was her cat that was making the noises.
"Well hello there Meesha, what were you doing in the closet?" she asked, amused that she had yelled over something like this.
