Percy finished his scribe right after the crash outside my door. He flipped around the board.
The room suddenly felt as cold as I imagined it was outside. I froze in my stance in the window until I heard another thump from outside my bedroom door.
I made an initial burst to the bedroom door, planned to flee through the house as fast as I could, before I thought better.
I stopped myself just outside of the closed door. Heard a hideous cough erupt from the other side.
I quickly shoved a heavy dresser in front of the door. Ran back to the bed where my cell phone was.
Still groggy drunk and fuzzy headed, I felt as if my brain was recoiling within my skull while I pulled up the call pad on my phone. Dialed 911. Quickly got an answer.
“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?”
“Someone is in my house,” I said, breathless.
“Sir. Stay where you are. We are dispatching officers right now.”
“Okay. Okay. Okay.”
A stiff knock upon the door interrupted. Another.
“Shit. He’s at the door.”
“Sir. Do you have any idea who this is? Could it be someone you know?”
I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. It was entirely possible one of my friends simply stayed over and was trying to wake me up. I was distracted by Lexy at the end of the night so I wouldn’t have known if anyone crashed.
“Casey,” the familiar voice of one of my best friends Brandon shook me from my frenzy of fear.
