Footsteps...
They were slow but warning...
Ella was about to crawl back into her room out of absolute horror...
... but she wanted to stay strong.
She could've just hid and let the person do whatever she wanted, for her own safety...
... but her senses were drawing her closer to whoever was there...
She couldn't quite explain it...
She was tempted to call the police for backup as survival was more important than her identity...
... but once again, something just wasn't letting her...
"Who's there?" She asked, her voice trembling.
The house then grew silent.
Tension grew inside Ella.
So walked forward...
Her body left the doorway, broomstick high in her hold.
Ella was ready to swing.
Through the trash....
Through the doors...
In front of the bathroom door.
It was as if nobody was there.
Taking in a deep breath... her hand reluctantly twisted the handle...
Once the door clicked open, her hand shot back to hold the broomstick threateningly...
The door opened with ease...
It revealed an empty bathroom...
... and an open window.
The breeze almost shut the door again, but Ella stopped it with her foot.
She noticed the open cabinets and the contents lying on the floor...
Whoever was in there had left.
Ella hadn't seen this sort of madness before...
Did that person just come in to violate her home and just leave?
Who does that?
Whom did I anger?
Lowering the broomstick and now feeling rather down (and insulted), she had carefully walked over to close the window...
Many thoughts were racing in her mind...
... but not for long.
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