(Continued…) A shadow passed over the open refrigerator, startling Margo. She dropped down into a crouching position and turned to face the open kitchen window with wide, panicked eyes. Holding her breath for several long moments, Margo looked intently around the room at all the windows and doors for signs of movement. Slowly she closed her eyes and exhaled, letting the tension drop from her face and shoulders.
Margo stood and walked timidly toward the window above the kitchen sink. Intently, she looked out in every direction, leaning as far into the screen as she could go in order to see as far as the angle would allow. Finally, she stepped away from the window with a confused look on her face, then shrugged as she walked back to the refrigerator. As she reached out to grab the door and open it, the sound of a door shutting somewhere in the house caused Margo to freeze. Her eyes grew wide as footsteps echoed into the kitchen from beyond the closed door that blocked her view of the hallway beyond. Slowly, Margo crept over to the back door of the kitchen and unlocked it, wincing as the bolt slid back with a loud click. She paused only for a second then yanked open the door and stepped outside, pulling the door closed behind her as quickly as she could. Her back against the wall beside the kitchen door, Margo could hear the door open into the kitchen from the hallway followed by slow, steady footsteps on the floor, getting louder with each passing moment. Margo looked quickly around for any place she could hide, then headed for the corner of the house away from the kitchen. Just as she was about to turn the corner, she heard the sound of the deadbolt on the kitchen locking back into place. She stopped and peered around the corner of the house quickly then yanked her head back.
Slowly, Margo peeked back around the corner at the two cars sitting in front of the house and the people sitting in them. One of the vehicles, a shiny, red sports car, sat idling with a low rumble that Margo could almost feel vibrating in her teeth. The car looked brand new, as did the woman sitting on the passenger side of the car with thick, black hair and sunglasses. Margo studied the woman’s face but nothing about her seemed familiar.
Margo then turned her attention to the other car. It was an older model car with four doors and old faded blue paint. The front bumper was missing. She could only make out the thin shadowed face of the driver as he kept nervously turning his back to face the front of the house and then back toward the front of the car. Every few seconds or so he would rev the engine slightly, then peer eagerly at the front of the house. After a few moments of watching the cars, Margo heard the creak of the screen door opening and she turned to see a tall, thin man stroll out of the house and walk quickly toward the red sports car. The dark-haired woman waved eagerly as the man walked around the front of the car to the driver side. He pulled the door open quickly and then waved his hand at the faded blue car. The driver stuck his hand out the window and waved, then stomped on the gas leaving the sound of spinning wheels behind him as he pulled away.
(To Be Continued…)
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