The Visitor

The jingle of the door made her look up, but there was no one. She shrugged and reached for her book again. Perhaps it was just the wind. 

She pulled her legs up on the chair into a fetal position. 

Late nights were the worst, yet she needed the money.

There was another jingle.

Again no one.

Carefully, she placed her book on the table.

She felt the air around her vibrate. Shaking off her worst fears, she decisively stood up.

That was when the cold hand clamped over her mouth and the maniacal laughing behind her started.

© 2020, Friday Fictioneers, 11 September 2020

Photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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