Happy Halloween ...
Terror On Hilltop Drive
by CJ Heck
She was home alone. The sound of breaking glass had wrenched her from sleep. Fear in icy tendrils prickled at the nape of her neck, yanking the wisps of hair and standing them on end. Perspiration beaded her forehead, little runnels slipping down between her breasts and soaking the front of her nightgown.
A shot rang out in the darkness. It was a bold flash, all at once blinding! Her ears were stunned to sudden silence. A scream tore from her throat, as she waited in the hushed gloom that reclaimed the dark, her eyes again adjusting to the night.
She crept through the doorway and into the hall. The smell of burnt gunpowder and blood was nauseating. Smoke clung to her like a shroud, its gray wisps still rising from the trembling.38.
Afraid of the dark, but even more afraid of turning on a light, she dialed the number ...
“Nine-One-One ... go ahead, what is your emergency?”
“Help me ... I’ve just shot an intruder."
"Ma'am? Could you repeat that, please?"
Please HURRY ...”