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sound. The relentless pounding had been nerve- wracking but the
cessation was worse.
For awhile I sat, listening for any unexplainable sound, but the
strain was getting to me again and I knew I had to do something or give
in to my ever threatening hysteria. On hands and knees, I crept into the
dark parlour where I could look out through the shades, hopefully
without, myself, being seen. Barely raising my eyes above the
windowsill, I peered out over the front yard. Nothing. Moving to another
window I repeated my scan. Still nothing. A glance into the hallway only
confirmed that he was no longer at the door. Still on my knees I moved
to the back area of the house and continued my surveillance. Nothing.
Had he gone? I was afraid to even guess. I scurried back to the light
and pseudo safety of the kitchen.
My whole body jerked as the pounding abruptly resumed. This
time it was at the back door! I knew it wasn't as strong as the front.
Would he break in? I cringed in terror. Then a voice joined the
incessant rapping.
" Hello. Is anyone in there? Open the door!"
With the absurd reasoning of total panic, I switched off the
lights and scurried under the kitchen table and up against the wall. As
the pounding and shouting continued, I cowered in fear.
" O God," I whimpered, " please help me."
Reaching up, I blindly retrieved my meager supply of weapons
from the tabletop and grasped them to me.
Over the knocking and thunder, I again heard the voice calling
out, " I'm sure someone is in there. Open the door."
Sobbing and shaking, I pressed further into the dark corner
and prayed.
Suddenly it stopped again. Now what? Where had he gone
now? I was afraid to leave my place of concealment and go look. I
listened, but the storm still raged, covering any sounds he might have
made. How long had it been going on, I wondered? It seemed like
hours but, in my terror- stricken state, I had lost all concept of passing
time. Finally the suspense was too much. It was as if something inside
me snapped. I exploded into action.
I had no plan. I had no sensible alternative but to stay where I
was, but I couldn't stop myself. Some primordial instinct took over and I
ran. Out from under the table and through the front hallway, I wrenched
open the big oak door and fled blindly across the yard. With my head
down and the storm raging around me I had no sense of direction and
no planned destination, just the compulsion to run. Slipping and falling
every few steps I reached the edge of the lawn and in the lightning
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| Title | Write On! |
| Language | en |
| Date | 2004 |
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| Title | Page 6 |
| Language | en |
| Transcript | sound. The relentless pounding had been nerve- wracking but the cessation was worse. For awhile I sat, listening for any unexplainable sound, but the strain was getting to me again and I knew I had to do something or give in to my ever threatening hysteria. On hands and knees, I crept into the dark parlour where I could look out through the shades, hopefully without, myself, being seen. Barely raising my eyes above the windowsill, I peered out over the front yard. Nothing. Moving to another window I repeated my scan. Still nothing. A glance into the hallway only confirmed that he was no longer at the door. Still on my knees I moved to the back area of the house and continued my surveillance. Nothing. Had he gone? I was afraid to even guess. I scurried back to the light and pseudo safety of the kitchen. My whole body jerked as the pounding abruptly resumed. This time it was at the back door! I knew it wasn't as strong as the front. Would he break in? I cringed in terror. Then a voice joined the incessant rapping. " Hello. Is anyone in there? Open the door!" With the absurd reasoning of total panic, I switched off the lights and scurried under the kitchen table and up against the wall. As the pounding and shouting continued, I cowered in fear. " O God," I whimpered, " please help me." Reaching up, I blindly retrieved my meager supply of weapons from the tabletop and grasped them to me. Over the knocking and thunder, I again heard the voice calling out, " I'm sure someone is in there. Open the door." Sobbing and shaking, I pressed further into the dark corner and prayed. Suddenly it stopped again. Now what? Where had he gone now? I was afraid to leave my place of concealment and go look. I listened, but the storm still raged, covering any sounds he might have made. How long had it been going on, I wondered? It seemed like hours but, in my terror- stricken state, I had lost all concept of passing time. Finally the suspense was too much. It was as if something inside me snapped. I exploded into action. I had no plan. I had no sensible alternative but to stay where I was, but I couldn't stop myself. Some primordial instinct took over and I ran. Out from under the table and through the front hallway, I wrenched open the big oak door and fled blindly across the yard. With my head down and the storm raging around me I had no sense of direction and no planned destination, just the compulsion to run. Slipping and falling every few steps I reached the edge of the lawn and in the lightning |
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