Someone Is Leaving Me Messages On An Answering Machine, But I Know For A Fact He’s Not Alive

My sprint didn’t even get out of the blocks. I felt my entire body rush into the body of a man within my first stride and I fell hard back onto the floor.

Down on the floor and flustered, I became even more blind in the darkness as I tried to climb to my feet, but there was one little piece of good news. Up ahead in the heart of the kitchen, I could hear whoever I ran into doing exactly the same. He must have fallen over as well when we collided and was struggling to get to his feet himself.

I made a fast scramble to my feet and darted into the kitchen where I could hear my potential assailant coughing again. I actually appreciated the coughs this time though because they allowed me to gauge where he was. After my initial scamper, those coughs were coming from behind me. Maybe I was out of the woods?

The dash through the living room was easier than anticipated, the soft, white, cloudy light let in by the windows had turned the room a near-dark blue and it was enough to where I could easily see the salvation of the front door.

I usually would have feared for my life, running out into a ruthless ice storm in just a t-shirt and sweats, but that rush of cold and wet snow instead felt like a christening of life for me. Once out into the storm, the thought of making it to my little Civic and braving what may have been the worst storm in Minnesota in a decade seemed not just like a good idea, but the only idea.

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