September 6, 2011

The Intruder

The triple light switch cover glowed in the pale moonlight, making it easy for him to turn on the kitchen light. But instead of finding himself alone in the room,the small shadowy figure of a young woman sat at his kitchen table, staring at him as if he were the intruder, not her.

"Hey." His first instinct was to leap forward and grab her in case she decided to run, but as he did, it was like grabbing at a holographic image, a ghost, and then she disappeared.

"What the hell?" He lept back, his pulse racing, his heart pounding. And then as suddenly as she had disappeared, she reappeared right before his eyes.