The piercing ring snapped
Kourtney out of one of the deepest sleeps a person could hope to have. She
glanced at her phone thru slanted eyes, then the alarm clock:
“3am” she grumbled, grabbing
the phone “What”?
“Are you sleeping”? The
familiar voice asked
“Is that a serious fucking
question”? Kourtney barked
The line suddenly went
silent.
“What is it?” Kourtney asked
gently
“I think…someone might be in your house”.
Kourtney sprang upright,
clutching the phone as she wildly looked around the bedroom,
“What are you –“
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