The Figure

I am home alone. Its freezing outside. I have wood burning in the fireplace. I hear fierce gusts of wind shaking the branches of the trees in my front yard. The branches hit the side of the house violently. I am sitting by the window. I can feel the cold draft at my feet. A blanket is wrapped around me. I see a car pull up in my driveway. A dark figure steps out of the car. I lock all the doors. The lights go off. My heart is pounding. I feel the figure is in the room. “What happened to the lights?” My husband says I feel much better now.

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