Dark Horse
Hurried footsteps jolted her from the stupid dream.
Shakily, she got up and bit down the urge to yell 'Liz, is that you!? '
Another creak came from the kitchen's floor boards. Grabbing her solitary spoon as a weapon, she walked slowly, praying it was a rat, even though she detested rats. She took shaky steps towards the kitchen whose darkness spoke volumes.
As she approached the kitchen door, she hurriedly grabbed the handle and locked the door. Expelling a huge breath, she couldn't shake out the dark figure that was loitering in her kitchen. The dark figure she had stunned into mid step.
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