The Intruder

by Freida McFadden

I probably won’t die tonight. And if I do, the good news is that nobody will miss me.

Well, that’s what my gun is for.

There’s an intruder hiding in my toolshed, waiting to enter my home as soon as I crawl into bed and drift off into unconsciousness.

There’s something about this man I don’t trust.

So why can’t I shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen tonight?

Do you want me to show you what to do if somebody ever binds your hands together with duct tape?

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