The Address Was Circled

Warning. This actually happened to my neighbor last month and I still get chills thinking

about it. She was home alone when she heard her back door creak open.

At first she thought it was the wind. But then she heard footsteps. Heavy.

Deliberate. Moving through her kitchen. She peeked through the staircase railing

and saw him. A man in a faded 67 T-shirt, just standing there in her living room.

Not stealing anything. Not moving. Just looking around like he was searching for something specific.

She held her breath as he walked room to room, checking behind furniture,

opening closets. He knew she was there. He had to know. For twenty minutes