SusanJillParker
I'm 100% woman
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"Knock, knock." Who is at her front door? Does anyone know? Does anyone care?
"Knock, knock."
While she nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at her chamber door.
"T'is some visitor," she muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; only this and nothing more," she said to herself in her attempt to calm herself from imagining the worst.
Strange for there to be someone knocking at her door at this late hour of the night, with her living alone and not even having a dog for protection, she was already panicked. Tomorrow, she'll buy a dog, the biggest and most ferocious dog she can find. Tomorrow, she'll buy a natural born killer of a dog. Tomorrow, she'll buy either a Jack Russell terrier or a Rat terrier but tonight, she had to deal with whomever was at her front door alone.
"Hello?"
She listened. She moved to the side window to see who it was but with whomever it was there was standing too close to the front door to see if it was a man or a woman. She wished she had a peephole or a video camera aimed at the door. Tomorrow, after she buys her dog, she'll have someone install a peephole and a video camera.
"Knock, knock."
This time a much louder knock, she jumped at the sound that gave her the shivers. Wondering who it could be, she foolishly thought of Poe's raven knocking at her front door.
'T'is...some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, this is it and nothing more.'
"Who is it?"
She tried staying calm. She tried acting pleasant. Thinking of a hundred people it could be at her front door, when whomever it was didn't answer her, the silence exaggerated her fear. Surely, any friend she knew would answer her unless the one at her door was her foe.
"Knock, knock."
This time as if using a small battering ram, the knock was intrusively loud.
"Go away! I've already called the police. I have a gun," she said stepping back from the door and remaining quiet to listen.
She didn't have to wait long to hear the response from the other side of the door.
"Knock, knock."
The knock was more of a bang than a knock and loud enough to rattle the hinges and rattle her dishes across the room in her cupboard.
Who is at her front door? Does anyone know? Does anyone care? Is it you at her front door?
Imagine if she was your wife, your girlfriend, or you mother, a woman alone without a Jack Russell terrier or a Rat terrier and without a gun, even though she said she had a gun but she doesn't.
Who in the Hell is at her front door?
"Knock, knock."
While she nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, as of some one gently rapping, rapping at her chamber door.
"T'is some visitor," she muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; only this and nothing more," she said to herself in her attempt to calm herself from imagining the worst.
Strange for there to be someone knocking at her door at this late hour of the night, with her living alone and not even having a dog for protection, she was already panicked. Tomorrow, she'll buy a dog, the biggest and most ferocious dog she can find. Tomorrow, she'll buy a natural born killer of a dog. Tomorrow, she'll buy either a Jack Russell terrier or a Rat terrier but tonight, she had to deal with whomever was at her front door alone.
"Hello?"
She listened. She moved to the side window to see who it was but with whomever it was there was standing too close to the front door to see if it was a man or a woman. She wished she had a peephole or a video camera aimed at the door. Tomorrow, after she buys her dog, she'll have someone install a peephole and a video camera.
"Knock, knock."
This time a much louder knock, she jumped at the sound that gave her the shivers. Wondering who it could be, she foolishly thought of Poe's raven knocking at her front door.
'T'is...some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, this is it and nothing more.'
"Who is it?"
She tried staying calm. She tried acting pleasant. Thinking of a hundred people it could be at her front door, when whomever it was didn't answer her, the silence exaggerated her fear. Surely, any friend she knew would answer her unless the one at her door was her foe.
"Knock, knock."
This time as if using a small battering ram, the knock was intrusively loud.
"Go away! I've already called the police. I have a gun," she said stepping back from the door and remaining quiet to listen.
She didn't have to wait long to hear the response from the other side of the door.
"Knock, knock."
The knock was more of a bang than a knock and loud enough to rattle the hinges and rattle her dishes across the room in her cupboard.
Who is at her front door? Does anyone know? Does anyone care? Is it you at her front door?
Imagine if she was your wife, your girlfriend, or you mother, a woman alone without a Jack Russell terrier or a Rat terrier and without a gun, even though she said she had a gun but she doesn't.
Who in the Hell is at her front door?
