Hello Hello and welcome to Write piece under 300 words about someone who realizes too late what is about to happen. Follow our narrator of no specific gender as they go home and realize that there is someone in the house…
I knew that Tom wasn’t supposed to be home, and his car wasn’t in the driveway, which is why I hesitated in unlocking the door. I could hear a rustling sound within, a hushed whisper, and I wondered if it was too late to run.
It was dark now, the moon new, and the cul de sac, surprisingly absent of the usual door lights that would give them entire place a dim glow. I know that some of them have to be home, if I ran, if I yelled, would they even look, or would they ignore me the way they did the day I screamed bloody murder after walking into the spider web between my car and fence.
Every instinct told me to flee, there was someone inside, and that they felt the need to hide it said everything. The sound of my phone ringing betrayed my presence, and I could barely hear it over the sound of my heart pounding in my chest.
I shifted my keys to between my fingers, braced myself for the fight, and opened the door, knowing at once what was going on, but too late to do anything to stop the assault.
I was overwhelmed by the bright lights, the roaring noise, and it took me a moment longer than it should have to decipher the screams.