She curled up on her chair, eying the door, a baseball bat held protectively in her hands as she listened. Listened for the knock. She was no fool to call out 'hello' to see if anyone was home. No. She listened. Listened to see if the knock would return, if with that knock other sounds would come. Was there a tread of steps on the floorboard? A creak of the gate outside her window? Another knock?
She held her breath, ears straining....
But no knock came.
She closed her eyes, relaxing, the baseball bat lowering in her hand.
Okay. Maybe. Maybe it had been her imagination.
Maybe.
-Inspiration from roommate conversation
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