A shadow fell over my doorway. A man of great width and stature stood, leaning down to look into my face. A pitiful scream erupted from my throut. I scrambled back and reached behind me for the brass doorknob, never taking my blue eyes off the giant of a man.         He reached his hand out for mine. A bead of salty sweat dripped from my forehead onto my shirt. Panic glistened in my eyes. His …showed first 75 words of 365 total…

…showed last 75 words of 365 total…for any sound. None came to my ears. I silently tiptoed across the carpeted front hall and into the kitchen. The phone stood, a few yards from my fingers. I heard the creaking sound of someone coming back downstairs. Lunging across the tiled floor, I reached for the white corded phone. Turning around I saw the man through the doorway, an evil grin upon his face. I picked up the phone.         The line was dead.