Thursday, September 18, 2008

Beware...

"Lock the door." I heard a little voice say.
"Lock it!" The voice grew more agitated as I headed down the hall.
I paused for a moment to stare at the opened door behind me. "Oh you worry too much." I scoffed. "I'm just grabbing a ladder. I'll be gone one minute- tops."
It was while in the garage, searching for the yellow stepladder, that I first heard them. The sound of footsteps coming from the house above me, traveling- DOWN THE HALL!
"Run Jeanette run!" The little voice had returned and this time it was shouting. "Run!"
And I did run. I ran like the fate of the world, or at least my home, depended on it. I was quick, at least I thought I was quick, but as usual...

HE WAS QUICKER!

2 comments:

Bren's Life said...

Oh- I know that feeling. But I am so glad though that it was just paint. I was worried that something had happened or someone was breaking in...
You had me scared.

The Cranes said...

Same--glad it was just paint. Don't you hate it when you ignore that voice in your head? Cute photo, though!