Terror on the Stairs
I wished I had grabbed my glasses as I fumbled for the light switch. I flipped and flicked to no avail as the power was out.
I could see a blurry image in the darkness halfway up the stairs. I said, “Hey, who the fuck are you?” and edged down the stairs a bit.
I wanted to retreat to the safety of our bedroom, but the kids slept across the hall. My heart pounded incessantly as I crept down another step. Once again, I asked who was there but got no answer.
I went down another step. I decided to kick him in the head. I realized my mistake as my foot met the newel cap on top of the baluster, breaking two of my toes.
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