Last night I met the lovely Charlotte for a quick cup of coffee after school. We talked about creepy things like spiders and mice. When I arrived home I was still a bit jumpy. Otherwise, I’d like to think the following events might not have happened.
When I got home I found Daisy standing in the hallway, hair raised and growling. I thought perhaps she had heard her chipmunk outside and didn’t think twice about it.
When I ran upstairs I heard faint voices coming from somewhere, but I couldn’t figure out where. The windows were all closed and the neighbors weren’t home. I checked the TV and radio, but nothing was on.
Daisy was still freaked out and growling even louder. At this point I started getting nervous. I hadn’t remembered to lock my apartment when I left to meet Charlotte, but if someone were there wouldn’t I have noticed? My apartment isn’t very big.
I hushed Daisy’s growling in hopes to figure out where the voices were coming from. It was silent, so I talked myself into believing I had imagined the whole thing. I went back upstairs and heard it again. Fuck. I had my phone with me so I tried to call my brother, which is something I always do rather than calling the police.
He didn’t answer. By this point the voices were louder and I was completely freaked out. I wanted to climb in bed, pull the covers over my head and ignore it, but I couldn’t. If I’m going to be murdered I wanted to see who it was so I could somehow leave a message for the police, in order to help solve the crime. I’m very helpful in the event of my death.
I grabbed the closest weapon I could find: a black stiletto shoe. I quietly crept down the stairs ready to attack. Daisy was standing at the closed bathroom door growling very loudly. My killer must be inside. With my heart beating out of my chest I swung the door open to discover my killer:
My very adorable mirror must have fallen off the counter when I shut the door too hard. As you can imagine, I was quite relieved I hadn’t called the police, because that would have been humiliating.