✒️ 5-Minute Writing Prompt:
You find strange, muddy footprints leading up to your front door.
Footprints
The prints are from a man’s boots. I look around to either side of the house in search of any more signs of the person still lingering. I don’t notice anything, but I can’t trust that they’re not still here. I don’t want to end up on the news or end up murdered like some character in a horror film, so I pull my cell phone from my purse and dial 9-1-1.
The line rings only a few times before a dispatcher answers. I explain the situation and the dispatcher instructs me to enter my vehicle, lock the door, and stay on the line with him until the police arrive—so I do just that.
My heart freezes and sinks into my stomach when I notice a shadow in the rearview mirror move in the back seat.
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