The Colours of Me

I heard it, a sound so slight, and I knew ... he was in the house.

I slipped to the floor, and reached under the bed for the 12" pig sticker that lay there waiting for this night.

I crept across the room to the open door ... the knife cold in my grip.

My silk nightie clung to my moist body; the beat of my heart filled my chest.

I edged down the moonlit hallway. 

Hairs stood up on the back of my neck.

I turned the corner. Shadows deep, menacing ... a floorboard creaked.

The smell of him hit me first.