Home Invasion Scene

“How did it come to this?”

His whisper was quiet enough so only he heard his own question. He couldn’t afford to be loud and give away his hiding spot. Sweaty palms struggled to keep a firm grip on his pistol as he pressed his ear against the door. Nothing. Not a single sound could be heard throughout the house but he found no comfort in that, only fear. He knew he had to get out of this room but it was this door in particular that he feared to open above all the rest in his house. It was a problem he had always meant to fix but never got around to doing it and now he was kicking himself. This door squeaked.

Home Invasion Scene

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