Her long reddish brown hair was whipping her face and shoulders as a gust of wind blasted leaves on and around her body. Carly shivered as she slowly turned the old iron door knob. The door creaked as she opened it and saw nothing.
A few leaves blew in by her pinkish...cold white feet as she stepped in....closing the door while staring at the hallway. Just in case...she shouted,"I have a gun!" All she could hear was the wind. She moved by the counter to the sink...took a steak knife from a drawer and shouted again,"Get out of my house!"
Carly still felt so uneasy and decided to call Javen just to hear his voice. She made an excuse of reminding him to be sure and pick up some white wine. Javen was busy and had to get off the phone but the call made Carly feel much better.
She turned the gas heat up and decided to take a shower. First...she had to brave her way into the bedroom. She eased past the bathroom....down the hallway to see the door was partly open. She clinched the knife and kicked the door open with her foot.
Carly saw nothing but an unmade bed and heard nothing but the whistle of the wind outside. She went to the bathroom door and got her green terrycloth robe. She put it on and searched the house. She even climbed the log ladder to the attic.
With a sigh of relief...she went to the bathroom for her shower. She turned the faucets on...hung her robe on the door hook and dropped her apron in the hamper. She looked and saw the three bathroom windows were already fogged up from the hot water. She laid her steak knife up on the shampoo rack
When she stepped under the shower...she smiled and called herself a silly woman. She turned and loved the feeling of the water splashing on her. If she had been in a different mood...she would have pulsed the shower head.
She washed her hair and rinsed away some of the tension. She grabbed a towel and stepped out of the tub. Just as she wrapped the towel on her hair....she saw them!
