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thinking about, you devil?” Julie nudged her in the arm.
“Eh? What?”
“You’ve got a weird smirk on your face.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Er…. I know a dirty daydream when I see one.”
They both laughed.
“It’s that detective again isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” Samantha blushed. “But anyway, I saw you and that Brookes in a heated discussion. What was all that about? I meant to ask you about it.”
“Oh God, forget about it. Nothing.”
“Sure about that?”
“Positive.”
And they resumed eating their ice cream with the canned laughter of a sitcom between them. But Julie wasn’t falling for Samantha’s dismissive words and she kept making furtive glances over the sofa.
“I don’t…. think I believe you,” she said with a cheeky glint in her eyes. “I bet you’d love to get inside a pair of Detective Cooper’s handcuffs.”
“Jules!” Samantha flung a cushion at her. “How dare you?” she burst out laughing. “Ok you’re right. I do like to look at him. Haha. It’s just physical attraction. He isn’t my type.”
“Yeah right,” Julie rolled her eyes with a mouthful of ice cream. “Uh huh, you like him a hell of a lot. I mean not your type? Handsome, kind, hardworking….that isn’t your type?”
“Ok, ok.....what is not to like! Oh God Jules his body. It’s just so….holy shit,” they both giggled like school girls and it was the first real deep belly laugh Samantha had in weeks.
“I knew it!”
They were both shrieking in laughter, but their fun was soon put to a stop by the sound of knocking on the front door.
“Who is it?” Samantha called expecting it to be one of her neighbors, but the person wasn’t speaking. Again, a knock sounded three times. The manner was cold and precise with the sound of the wood piercing the air.
“I wonder who that could be?”
Samantha dropped her spoon and jumped up to investigate. She reached a few steps into the hallway when the knock sounded again. Except on the third rap, it reached a frightening crescendo as the knocks turned to bangs. They were frantic and angry and the girls screamed as they ran to each other.
“Quick! Dial 911!”
Julie sprinted for the phone while Samantha clutched at her face in horror.
“Who are you?” she screamed.
The banging stopped for a moment with only the sound of her heavy breathing filling the space around her. Then somewhere behind her Julie was heard talking into the phone, desperately pleading for help.
“I said who are you?” Samantha tried to get a response one last time as she edged her way to the door.
She was eager to see who it was and as she leaned against the door, her eye against the peephole, she felt her heart begin to thud. A man in a ski mask stood with a machete held up high over his head as if ready to rain down a fatal blow. He knew she was there, could tell by the way the peephole clouded over with her movement. He looked up into the glass, his eyes gazing menacingly into the door.
“It’s the boogeyman,” his voice was singing.
Samantha held her breath in fear and felt Julie’s hand rest on her shoulder as she stood by her side.
“The cops are on their way,” Julie whispered.
It was the last thing she heard before she felt the sharp pain across her face as the door was kicked in.
*****
When Samantha awoke she felt a terrible pain radiating through her skull. There was the taste of copper in her mouth and she winced at the sourness that was running over her teeth. Her nose, though miraculously not broken, was bleeding as a result of the door hitting it and she grimaced in pain as she got her bearings.
“Pssst…..”
The voice was coming from her left. She turned to see Julie tied up beside her with sheer terror in her eyes.
“Jules!”
“Shhhhh…” He’s still here.
“What’s going on?” Samantha began to cry as she suddenly felt the despair of the situation.
She wriggled her wrists behind her but there was no use in trying to free
“Eh? What?”
“You’ve got a weird smirk on your face.”
“No, I don’t.”
“Er…. I know a dirty daydream when I see one.”
They both laughed.
“It’s that detective again isn’t it?”
“Maybe,” Samantha blushed. “But anyway, I saw you and that Brookes in a heated discussion. What was all that about? I meant to ask you about it.”
“Oh God, forget about it. Nothing.”
“Sure about that?”
“Positive.”
And they resumed eating their ice cream with the canned laughter of a sitcom between them. But Julie wasn’t falling for Samantha’s dismissive words and she kept making furtive glances over the sofa.
“I don’t…. think I believe you,” she said with a cheeky glint in her eyes. “I bet you’d love to get inside a pair of Detective Cooper’s handcuffs.”
“Jules!” Samantha flung a cushion at her. “How dare you?” she burst out laughing. “Ok you’re right. I do like to look at him. Haha. It’s just physical attraction. He isn’t my type.”
“Yeah right,” Julie rolled her eyes with a mouthful of ice cream. “Uh huh, you like him a hell of a lot. I mean not your type? Handsome, kind, hardworking….that isn’t your type?”
“Ok, ok.....what is not to like! Oh God Jules his body. It’s just so….holy shit,” they both giggled like school girls and it was the first real deep belly laugh Samantha had in weeks.
“I knew it!”
They were both shrieking in laughter, but their fun was soon put to a stop by the sound of knocking on the front door.
“Who is it?” Samantha called expecting it to be one of her neighbors, but the person wasn’t speaking. Again, a knock sounded three times. The manner was cold and precise with the sound of the wood piercing the air.
“I wonder who that could be?”
Samantha dropped her spoon and jumped up to investigate. She reached a few steps into the hallway when the knock sounded again. Except on the third rap, it reached a frightening crescendo as the knocks turned to bangs. They were frantic and angry and the girls screamed as they ran to each other.
“Quick! Dial 911!”
Julie sprinted for the phone while Samantha clutched at her face in horror.
“Who are you?” she screamed.
The banging stopped for a moment with only the sound of her heavy breathing filling the space around her. Then somewhere behind her Julie was heard talking into the phone, desperately pleading for help.
“I said who are you?” Samantha tried to get a response one last time as she edged her way to the door.
She was eager to see who it was and as she leaned against the door, her eye against the peephole, she felt her heart begin to thud. A man in a ski mask stood with a machete held up high over his head as if ready to rain down a fatal blow. He knew she was there, could tell by the way the peephole clouded over with her movement. He looked up into the glass, his eyes gazing menacingly into the door.
“It’s the boogeyman,” his voice was singing.
Samantha held her breath in fear and felt Julie’s hand rest on her shoulder as she stood by her side.
“The cops are on their way,” Julie whispered.
It was the last thing she heard before she felt the sharp pain across her face as the door was kicked in.
*****
When Samantha awoke she felt a terrible pain radiating through her skull. There was the taste of copper in her mouth and she winced at the sourness that was running over her teeth. Her nose, though miraculously not broken, was bleeding as a result of the door hitting it and she grimaced in pain as she got her bearings.
“Pssst…..”
The voice was coming from her left. She turned to see Julie tied up beside her with sheer terror in her eyes.
“Jules!”
“Shhhhh…” He’s still here.
“What’s going on?” Samantha began to cry as she suddenly felt the despair of the situation.
She wriggled her wrists behind her but there was no use in trying to free
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