Leaving The Repairman And My Wife Alone Was The Most Regretful Decision I Have Ever Made-7
The Crack in the Door
Crisp air-conditioning chilled the corridor. I leaned against the cool wall, taking deep breaths. Had to know. Phone out again, I opened the bedroom-door camera feed. Same view: shut door, empty hall. Frozen. Moments later, the sounds from the kitchen stopped. On camera, the figure in work pants straightened up. He walked toward the living room, vanishing from the kitchen camera’s range. My heart lurched into my throat. Where was he going? Towards the hallway?
Hallway Presence
I glued my eyes to the bedroom-door feed. My heart hammered against my ribs. Moments later—a figure stepped into the hallway entrance! Jack Hunter! He paused at the threshold, staring intently toward the bedroom door. His profile was clear on camera, brow slightly furrowed, seemingly listening. Hesitant. Gauging if the occupant was asleep. My breath caught. My knuckles whitened around the phone.
Silent Stalker
He lifted his foot. Slowly. Deliberately. He crept towards the bedroom door, each step unnervingly silent. He stopped inches from the threshold. He tilted his head, ear inclining towards the wood. *He was listening!* Blood roared in my ears. What was he doing?! The next instant, he moved. His hand reached out. Closed around the bedroom door handle! Slowly… agonizingly slowly… he pressed it down! The motion was impossibly careful, like handling a live explosive!
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Crisp air-conditioning chilled the corridor. I leaned against the cool wall, taking deep breaths. Had to know. Phone out again, I opened the bedroom-door camera feed. Same view: shut door, empty hall. Frozen. Moments later, the sounds from the kitchen stopped. On camera, the figure in work pants straightened up. He walked toward the living room, vanishing from the kitchen camera’s range. My heart lurched into my throat. Where was he going? Towards the hallway?
Hallway Presence
I glued my eyes to the bedroom-door feed. My heart hammered against my ribs. Moments later—a figure stepped into the hallway entrance! Jack Hunter! He paused at the threshold, staring intently toward the bedroom door. His profile was clear on camera, brow slightly furrowed, seemingly listening. Hesitant. Gauging if the occupant was asleep. My breath caught. My knuckles whitened around the phone.
Silent Stalker
He lifted his foot. Slowly. Deliberately. He crept towards the bedroom door, each step unnervingly silent. He stopped inches from the threshold. He tilted his head, ear inclining towards the wood. *He was listening!* Blood roared in my ears. What was he doing?! The next instant, he moved. His hand reached out. Closed around the bedroom door handle! Slowly… agonizingly slowly… he pressed it down! The motion was impossibly careful, like handling a live explosive!
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