The knock came again just as she reached the door. She turned on the porch light and looked out through the trio of small square windows at the top of the door. The face she saw was not her husband’s but it was a familiar one. Confused as to why she had a visitor so late, she opened the door. She wasn’t afraid; she knew her visitor quite well. While he wasn’t the nicest guy and, quite frankly, creeped her out at times, she thought he was mostly harmless. Also, being here at this hour, maybe something was wrong… She opened the door and he stepped forward. She did not even see the knife. All she
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