He was dead.
The burglar was dead and bleeding on your floor and yet someone was still walking around your house.
You could hear them wandering from room to room, opening drawers and making no real effort to hide their presence in spite on the gunshot that they surely must have heard a few seconds ago. Perhaps they didn't care, perhaps there were several more waiting in the hallway and downstairs.
Stepping over his body as quietly as you could, you crouch-walked your way towards the staircase. After it all seemed to be going well, you made the mistake of treading on that one creaky floorboard right by the landing and all the noise downstairs came to an abrupt stop.
Footsteps came rushing towards you, fast and heavy sounding and coming up the stairs. You tried to hide behind the laundry baskets, feeling them brush past you yet you couldn't see anyone. It was like a brief gust of wind - if wind sounded like a grown man muttering curses under his breath as he stormed about the second floor.
Doors opened and closed and though the light was dim you could clearly see that there was nobody there. When the unseen man found the body of the unfortunate burglar the cursing grew louder and the footsteps headed towards you again.
This time you felt eyes glaring at you.
You still saw nothing.
The burglar was dead and bleeding on your floor and yet someone was still walking around your house.
You could hear them wandering from room to room, opening drawers and making no real effort to hide their presence in spite on the gunshot that they surely must have heard a few seconds ago. Perhaps they didn't care, perhaps there were several more waiting in the hallway and downstairs.
Stepping over his body as quietly as you could, you crouch-walked your way towards the staircase. After it all seemed to be going well, you made the mistake of treading on that one creaky floorboard right by the landing and all the noise downstairs came to an abrupt stop.
Footsteps came rushing towards you, fast and heavy sounding and coming up the stairs. You tried to hide behind the laundry baskets, feeling them brush past you yet you couldn't see anyone. It was like a brief gust of wind - if wind sounded like a grown man muttering curses under his breath as he stormed about the second floor.
Doors opened and closed and though the light was dim you could clearly see that there was nobody there. When the unseen man found the body of the unfortunate burglar the cursing grew louder and the footsteps headed towards you again.
This time you felt eyes glaring at you.
You still saw nothing.
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