I jolted and dropped the spritzer I was holding.
I typed a history paper, and was now spraying coffee on it to turn it yellow.
I was home alone, as Olly was getting her braces on. Greg went with, for emotional support.
Someone was pounding on the door.
I ran on my toes as quietly as possible and peaked around the corner.
A semi-tall figure was crouched, trying to peer through the mail slot, and fiddling the lock.
They didn't see me, so I ran back to the kitchen, grabbed my phone and a random butter knife, and ran to the stairs.
creeeaaak!
The door was opening.
I sprinted up the stairs, trying not to stab myself, and snuck into Olly's room.
Julian noticed me enter, and squawked in greeting.
I quickly put the brown sheet over his cage and leaped into her closet.
I could here the mystery person's boots stamping across the tiles, on a mission.
Shit, they're looking for me.
I dialed the emergency number and placed my phone up to my ear.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"You have reached the voicemail of - gREG - please leave a message after the tone."
Oh my god.
Okay, maybe Greg's driving?
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
"You've reached the voicemail of - OLLY!! - please leave a message after the tone."
Panic.
Maybe she went to lunch?
I checked the time.
10:18 am.
It's not...
Wait a minute.
I heard stomping foot steps coming up the stairs.
Oh god.
Oh god.
Oh god.
The closet door yanked open with a squeak.
Laughter.
"OLLY I SWEAR TO GOD-"
