Handful of Rocks

“Rob?” Christa called outside into the darkness. Funny she thought to herself. No Rob. She walked around back to the patio to check there. Nope. His red Chevy pickup wasn’t in the drive way either. Okay, what the hell Christa ran back to the front door and inside the house. Just then the phone rang. “Rob, you ass where are you i heard the doorbe-”
“You’ve been a bad babystter..” A scratchy, deep voice cut her off.
Christa whipped her head around as she heard something beoing thrown at the living room window. A man with an all white mask and a handful of rocks stood outside the house. Christa’s hand let go of the phone as she ran up the stairs, as far away from that window as she could get…

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