As she read out loud to her small pup, a noise could be heard from her family’s parlor. A rustling, then metal hitting metal. Little Deborah heard it, but ignored it. But the young pup kept his eyes on the door, ears beginning to lift to better his hearing.
When Little Debby saw her pup intently fixed on the door she paused, then smiled. “Must be mother having herself some late evening tea,” she decided out loud, and went back to studying.
The noise grew closer. She was curious, but her book of Russian was far more interesting than footsteps and clanging silverware…and a strange cool breeze coming in from outside her room. Like a window or door was wide open.
“Father must be moving some stuff in,” she said again, not sure if she believed herself, she went on reading anyways.
But then Deborah stopped reading in the middle of a sentence. She had forgotten. Oh how could she have forgotten?! Poor Debby, sweat began to collect on her brow. Her heart skipped many a beat and her small pup, sensing her rising fear and tension, began to growl.
Oh poor, poor Debby.
The door creaked slightly. The dog ran after whatever was there, behind the door, but his barking stopped as soon as it began.
“Puppy? Pup-…!”
A slender pale hand crept over to the lightswitch but Debby was stricken with horror. Her blood ran cold in her veins.
Oh silly Debby how did you forget? You were home alone tonight.
Then the lights went out.
