Filth.....chapter three

Carly trembled as she looked at two dirty hand prints in the condensation on the right window. She was frozen with fear and tried to scream but only the force of breath came out!

She suddenly snapped out of her fear trance and reached for the knife. She fumbled it in her hand and dropped it in the tub. Staring at the hand prints...she felt for the knife and backed out of the bathroom on her knees.

She tugged and pulled her robe from the hook on the door as she stood up. With a trembling voice....she cried out,"Who the fuck are you....I'll fucking kill you!" She clinched her robe in her left arm against her body as she backed into the kitchen.

Carly began crying and her tears fell from her face on to her breasts. She backed up to the door again...the cell phone fell from her robe pocket on to the floor. She quickly picked it up and rushed out the door......leaving it open....she jumped off the porch.

Carly ran naked to her car. She whipped the door open and jumped in. She held the knife in her left hand and started the car with her right...all the while watching the kitchen door. She didn't bother to try and put her robe on...she floored the gas and swerved down the lane....throwing gravel, dust and leaves. She turned on to the road and burned rubber for a few yards. A few miles away...she realized she was going 90 miles per hour.

She slowed down and took a deep breath. He body and hair were still wet from the shower. She felt so cold, confused and afraid. Carly pulled off the road and put her robe on. She was crying and searching for some kind of explanation in her mind. She knew she had heard the moan and she damn sure knew that she saw the dirty hand prints on the window.

She decided to drive on into Ranesville and call Javen. She pulled into the Ranesville Bank rear lot....across from Javen's truck. Carly called him....still crying...and told him she was in the parking lot. Javen came rushing out of the bank...jumped in the car and hugged her. He finally got her to quit crying and tell him what happened.

Carly told him about the rustling and the moan. Then she told him about the dirty hand prints on the bathroom window. She told him that it felt like someone else was in the house.