The Intruder
The noise in the basement startled me out of deep sleep. I shook off my drowsy haze and grabbed my rifle and lantern. Turning on the light at the top of the steps, I went down quietly so I could surprise the intruder.
My lantern created shadows that were a little scary. I forced myself to face my fear and find out who had violated my space, my home, where I lived alone with agoraphobia. This was not a good time for “visitors”.
I was surprised to see the fluffiest cat I’d ever seen playing around in my dank basement.
“How did you get in?” I spoke out loud, holding out my hand for it to sniff and decide to be my friend.
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