My car rolls up the driveway slowly. My eyes dart to my front door; wide open and triggering a feeling of uncertainty in the pit of my stomach. I turn my keys and the ignition turns off with one last pop out of the tail pipe. I grab my bag from the front seat and step out of the car; hesitant and cautious. Instead of taking my normal route to the inside of the house, (the back door near the garage) I walk on the path to my front door. I slow my feet when I near the entrance and slowly lower my gaze to just before my feet. A piece of paper lies on the ground with its writing facing towards me:

‘It’s been a long time, friend. Come inside to see me.’

A lump forms in my throat. The feeling of uncertainty in my stomach transforms to a feeling of dread.

She’s back . . . She’s alive . . . She’s here for me . . .

I reach into my bag and fumble with my phone with my shaking hands.

This can’t be happening . . . .

The battery sign glows on the screen and makes my impending doom even more clear. I walk slowly up to my front porch and grab onto the handle of the door; tightly as to stop my hand from shaking.

Pull yourself together . . . . She can’t see you like this.

I pull the door the rest of the way open and step inside of my home knowing that I’ll probably be dead on my floor shortly.