The Women At The Door

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Maranda's POV
I wake up to a horrible headache. And a knock at the door. So I get up and go to the front door.
*knock *knock *knock
I slowly reach for the door nob and pull the door open. There I find a women standing, and crying on my door step. "Hello...?  What might your name be?" I say overly cautious. "Hi... I'm Caroline. I'm sorry to come so early but, see I'm looking for 3 children..." She responds rather calmly. "And what might their names be?" I ask. "Emma, David, and Mark." she says glancing at the papers. I slam the door in her face, lock it and run to the nearest phone. I start dialing 911 as I hear bang, bang, bang!  On the front door. "Come on, open up. I just want to see them." I hear her say in a kind of odd voice. After I call the police, I gather everyone up in my family and take them to the panic room. We hide there in silence, as I write what happend, and why we are here on the white board. We cannot talk, it's a risk, just in case she manages to get in the house.

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