Story #17 “Leaving So Soon?”
I’m writing a short horror story every day this month.
Here is #17
"Leaving So Soon?"
The front door of the house hung open in the middle of the night. The howl of the cold wind flew through the living room into my bedroom, waking me up with an icy breeze. I heard footsteps downstairs that made my bottom lip tremble. It couldn’t have been a burglar as I had nothing of value here and the whole town knew it. I tiptoed downstairs squeezing a Louisville Slugger ready to swing. I looked down and saw dirty footsteps coming from the basement out the front door and the truth hits me like a semi-truck. Someone didn’t enter my home, someone left.