Rosalyn
Throwing off the comforter, I ran over
to my computer to quiet the blaring music escaping from the speakers. I was
certain I’d turned the thing off last night. I was about to slam the top shut
when the monitor caught my attention. On the screen, in bold letters that took
up half the page, were two words. “GET
OUT.”
Shaking my head, I tried rid myself of
the uncomfortable feeling at seeing the disturbing message. Turning around to
head back to bed, I stopped short.
“Who are you? What are you doing in my
house?”
* * *
William
For a moment, I didn’t realize to whom
she spoke. Then, understanding dawned on me. She could see me. The shock of my
realization froze me in place. I didn’t know whether to be happy or… my
sluggish brain caught up to what she’d said and anger took the place of my
elation.
“Your
house? This isn’t your house.”
