Intrusion 3 -

The first was a thief—crude, violent, all adrenaline and shattered glass. He took the television and left a smear of blood on the curtain. The second was a ghost (or so I told myself), a draft that moved pictures on the wall and left faucets dripping.

I live alone. And my name is not Sarah.

Then, the worst part: he didn’t enter. He simply slid a single piece of paper under the crack of the door. I watched the white rectangle slide across the moonlight like a tongue. intrusion 3

“You left the back door unlocked again, Sarah.” The first was a thief—crude, violent, all adrenaline