Lock The Doors. Pretend You're Safe. [[A Series Of Suspenseful One-Shots]]

Effrayé
My eyes began to slightly droop. In my hand, was a tiny shot glass filled with whiskey seconds ago.
I could still feel the burning sensation in my throat from the several I downed.
Breathing deeply, I led my eyes to the television playing a rerun. The static of the poor connection sounded through the air, and my attention ran somewhere else.
My eyes drifted towards the side window.
Blinds pulled back, I could stare into the darkness of Raider Street with the single beam of light from a streetlamp.
How that light just...poured through the lamp.
As the thought passed my mind, the swift movement of alcohol drove up my throat and was to pour out of my mouth.
I gagged it down, before beginning to wheeze uncontrollably.
My hand clutched at the armrest as my asthma-diagnosed body shook uncontrollably.
I was simply a thirty year old man, and I still struggled with asthma like never before.
The coughing died down, and I began to shift myself in laying position on the musty couch.
My hands under my head, I slowly was allowing my eyes to close.
The thought of a nice, deep, long slumber was nice.
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I awoke to the sound of a banging on my door.
Loud and monstrous, and at three in the morning.
Rubbing my eyes for better sight, I shuffled over to the door.
The banging suddenly stopped.
My heart began to pound. I raise an eye to the peephole.
I see nothing.
My heartbeat grew faster as I slowly unlocked the door and opened it.
A man stepped into the front light and stood.
A tall slim body, the figure's head was tilted lightly to the right.
I clear my throat before talking.
"Do you need something, sir?"
He continues to stare at me before tilting his head to the other side.
"Is Louie home?"
His voice sounded light, yet strong at the same time.
I shook my head still staring into his hazel and brown eyes.
"Okay." He responds slowly walking backward.
Still facing me, he continues to walk away. Still tilting his head.
I slam the door shut, triple locking it. I run to the backdoor, making sure it's locked.
I rush to each window, closing each as quietly as possible.
I finally walk to my side window facing the street. I close the blinds, leaving them open a bit. I see the man begin down the sidewalk three doors down. His face slightly tilted.
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The blinding rays of the sun fed through curtain-pulled windows leaving a crisp light everywhere.
My head throbbed with pain, feeling the hangover kick in.
Last night had to be a dream, there was no way that man could have came.
I glance to the front door, to see it locked.
In my dream, I locked it.
My LG Shine buzzed with vibration on the coffee table in front of me.
The TV was off. Funny, I thought, I don't remember it being turned off.
I pick up my phone, to find a new voicemail message.
I bring the Shine to my ear, and begin the message.
"Uhm,hey, its Bill from three doors down." I could clearly hear the Southern accent in his voice," I'm just calling to inform you about a robbery that occurred last night at my residence. Nothing valuable was stolen, yet a couple of kitchen utensils were taken. I am just calling you and the other neighbors to keep a neighborhood watch on everyone's houses. I got calls from several other houses in the area of reported stealings too. I just want everyone to be on the lookout. Kay, thanks."
The phone clicked off, and I sighed.
Thank Christ I locked the doors and was safe.

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Peur

"Mom, I am telling you. I am not a three-year-old. I can watch us alone!" I repeat to Mom for the tenth time in exasperation.
Mom clasped pearls into her ears, looking disapprovingly at me.
"You sure act like a three-year-old," she responded patiently.
I melodramatically roll my eyes at her, shifting my view to Dad.
He was sitting on a European-inspired chaise, fiddling with his shiny black shoes.
"Daddy, do you trust me?" I ask batting my fifteen-year-old mascaraed eyelashes at him.
"Of course I do, Apple," he replies dutifully.
I swirl around to Mom, devilishly smiling. It was her turn to roll her eyes as she began to the front entrance door in her envy-worthy black pumps.
"Fine. This is your test. Me and your father will be back from the opera until four in the morning. I expect you and Danny in your beds by then. If not, there will be punishment," she states in a serious tone.
"Well, goodbye sweetie." She finishes kissing me lightly on the cheek and prancing to the sport convertible on our driveway.
Lucky her.
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"Yea, so one large cheese with jalepenos and a pepperoni with pineapple," Danny exclaims into the housephone with excitement.
He was only ten, and he was making his first pizza order call.
He hung up the phone, and smiled triumphantly at me.
"It will be here in 20." He said before stalking off to his bedroom.
I glance at the wall clock, reading out 12:14.
Sighing, I stood up from the couch and head to my bedroom. Shutting the door shut, I jump onto my pillow-adorned bed. Switching the TV on, I begin to watch re-runs.
“You know, the next time you give your clothes away, why don't you just stay in them?” Niles of “The Nanny” questions.
The pixels making out the scene begin to grow bigger, and it blurs. Drooping, my eyes give in and I fall asleep.
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My eyes open to darkness. My left lid is shut, and I can barely make out the time on the digital clock.
Blankets had been thrown on me, and the television was shut off.
Danny doesn’t have the sense to do that.
I rub my eyes, and read the time more clearly. 12:50.
I had slept for merely twenty minutes. I sit up in bed, and glance at the thin strip of bright light underneath the door.
Shadows of someone slowly walking past come into view. My heart begins to beat fast.
The feet leave the door’s view, and something else takes my attention.
I hear deep, quiet voices. Murmurs. Whispers.
Mom and Dad can’t be here, and Danny? His voice was squeaky as a frightened mouse.
I slowly creep out of bed, and tip-toe to my bedroom door. I open the door to the slightest inch, and peek an eye into the hall.
As the moment I look into the hall, half of a dark figure darts past the wall.
No way, I thought. No way.
I fly the door open to hear it bang on the wall, and tear down the wooden stairs.
My loud, obnoxious noises sound throughout the house. I run to the foyer, and glance at the lock.
Secure, and untouched. I sprint to the back sliding door, and see it unlocked.

My eyes widen, and I see my shaking hands snap all three of the locks shut.
Before realizing what I was doing, I open an inch of the blinds, and look into the backyard.
Everything remained normal, until I see two dark bodies of tall, hunched men scamper across the grass and into the bushes.
My mouth lets out a scared wincing noise, and I pull my head out.
Atleast I locked the doors, atleast I was now safe.

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*Same stuff really, but I want to note that this story is based off of true events.(:

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