…Kitty had just turned off her lamp when there came a soft knock on the door downstairs.
Frowning, Kitty threw the covers off and paddled down to the front door. She rose up on her tiptoes and peeked through the peep hole. Given that it was dark and stormy outside, she couldn’t see more than a human-shaped shadow on her patio.
“It’s nearly midnight,” Kitty whispered to herself. Who could possibly be knocking on her door at midnight.
The shadow knocked again, just as softly as the first time.
What should I do, Kitty thought. If she stayed silent, the person would never know she was up. Maybe they would just go away. If she turned the light on to get a better look at them, they would know she was home and ignoring them.
The shadow knocked a third time.
Kitty backed away. No. She was a single woman, living alone. If the person outside needed help, they were just going to have to ask someone else. Kitty turned away from the door and headed back up to her room.
The shadow knocked a fourth time.
She paused halfway up the stairs. “Go away,” she hissed to the shadows around her. “I’m sleeping.”
Determined to ignored them, she slid back into bed, and then she remembered…she had just turned the light off when the knocking started. They probably saw the light. They know she’s not asleep.
With a heavy sigh, Kitty shuffled off back downstairs to the front door.
The shadow knocked a fifth time.
She flicked the light on and peered through the peep hole again. No one was there.
Of course. She was too late. Story of her life. She was always too late. She cut the light off and turned around.
Soft knocking played against her door.
What? Kitty whipped around to peer through the peep hole. The shadow was back. Fear closed around her throat at the sight.
“Who’s there?” she asked, her voice shaking.
The shadow only knocked on the door for the seventh time.
“What do you want?” She started backing away again. No…please, just go away.
The knocking ceased, and silence stretched throughout the house.
Heart pounding high in her chest, Kitty approached the door with slow steps and looked out the peep hole again. The shadow was still standing there. Reaching out blindly, she found the switch and braced herself against the door. Before she could flip the switch again, a warm hand closed over hers.
A scream froze in Kitty’s throat. The hand stayed on top of hers.
“Don’t,” the voice said again.
Trembling all over, Kitty let out a strangled scream, threw the hand off of hers, and flipped the inside switch.
With Halloween comes NaNoWriMo Eve.
I signed up my current project even though it’s already started. But I’m not actually even shooting to win this year. I have my developmental edit notes for “No Rest for the Wicked” coming to me mid-month, and those revisions are due back December 1st. There’s no telling how much drafting I’ll actually be able to get done, so why not use the amazing and crazy NaNo energy to get done as much as I can? I know it’s a lofty goal to want another draft done by the end of the year, but it can be done, people!! We all know I’m crazy by now anyway. ^_^
My actual deadline is February 28th, though, so, seriously, there is no pressure. So much non pressure, that I haven’t even bothered to outline the story! 😮 I wouldn’t say I’m pantsing it as I have a great deal of information in my head and reserve the right to start outlining at any moment. But I’m kind of just going with the flow right now, letting each scene directly flow into the next. I know where I’m going. 😉
If you’re participating in National Novel Writing Month, GOOD LUCK, and go add me on the site so I can add you back and stalk you – if I’m not already. 😀