The Intruder

by Freida McFadden

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

I study Rudy’s drawn features, wondering if he might feel compelled to pay me back at some point for shoving his face into the ground. He seems like the petty type. Well, that’s what my gun is for.

But just as I am about to put it down on the right corner, something stops me. There’s a pale face staring at me from outside my window.

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