After a long day at work, all I wanted was to sit back, put my feet up, and enjoy a glass of wine before my husband and kids arrived home. I had just settled back in my chair when I heard a crash upstairs.
"Great," I thought, getting up to attend to the situation, "Pickles must have fallen off the bed again. That damn crippled old dog can't see the nose attached to his face." But as I turned toward the staircase, I saw Pickles lying contentedly on the top step, which meant it wasn't him who had caused the loud crash...
Frantically I grabbed my cell phone and headed up the stairs. A million horror movies flashed through my mind where the stupid girl runs up the stairs to check out the noise and I tried to nervously laugh my fear away. While I didn't really want to head up the stairs I knew that was the first thing the children would do when they got home. I smiled as I thought of my kids despite the pounding in my heart. Somehow thinking of the girls made me a little braver. Mama Bear was on the prowl and she was out to protect her home from whatever the pending danger may be. I was almost at the top of the stairs when the second to last stair creaked loudly. I paused and held my breath hoping whatever it was up here had not heard me.
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My fervent hope was in vain. Whatever it was had heard the creaking step and was even now approaching the landing. A large oak chest obscured my view but I could hear soft shuffling footsteps and the wheezy breathing of a sizeable living organism. My heart in my mouth, I waited and watched.Big Ups To: jabblog
Method of Selection: She said chest. Hahahaha.