Are you afraid of the dark?

This is the last day of the I'm Hearing Voices blogfest. My flash fiction below is supposed to invoke an emotion. I want you to feel fear.

Onceon the main floor, he checked the front door, and found it still locked andbolted.  He moved through the livingroom, past the grand piano, toward a light in the kitchen.  He saw Mrs. H. standing with her back to him,making a sandwich.  She had on a flimsywhite night gown.Hetapped lightly on the door with his left knuckle to get her attention so as notto startle her.  She still jumped andthen put the knife down and looked over at him. Jordan folded his arms across his smooth bare chest and leaned againstthe door frame.  "Thank God it's justyou," she said, going back to her sandwich. "You hungry?""No,"he stated.  "I thought I heard a noise soI came up to look.""Wellthat's why I came down the stairs.  Iheard someone walking across the floor.  Whatwere you looking for anyway?""Itwasn't me," Jordan said.  "I just came upthe stairs a second before I knocked on the door here, and Rob's asleep on the bed."Sheset her knife down on the counter.  "Ifit wasn't you and it wasn't Rob and it wasn't me…there's no one else in thehouse Jordan," she said.           Jordanglanced around in the dark, looking a bit uneasy.  She did too, moving her eyes from off of himand into the shadows that lay beyond the halo of light emanating from the undercabinet fixtures.


Excerpt from SLIPSTREAM


Have a great weekend.