The Nightmare
In the quietest of neighborhoods — darkness always finds a way to emerge
She walked through her house picking up the clothing from the floor. She smiled while sighing at the same time, when will her silly fiance remember to pick up his clothes when he comes home? She thought to herself. The bedroom was ordinarily clean and tidy — but lately, Mike had been getting off work — slowly stripping as he walked into their room and straight towards the bathroom. She hadn’t said anything because he had been working so hard lately.
Walking across the bedroom — she opened the bathroom door and headed to the cabinet that held the laundry basket. Pulling on the handle she opened the cabinet panel and dropped the clothing into the basket. Looking up through the bathroom window casually — she could see the neighbor’s backyard and straight into their living room from a large picture frame window. Nothing looked out of the ordinary; after a moment she turned away when a flick of light caught her eyes. Stopping — she slowly turned back around and looked back through the window. Nothing — her eyes must be playing with her she thought. Without another thought about the flicker of light, she left the bathroom to go work on her paper for class.
Later in the afternoon around four, she found herself getting things ready to start on dinner. She…
