The Midnight Intruder
Fbailey story number 806 The Midnight Intruder It was midnight and I was dressed in black sweatpants, black sweatshirt, and a black ski mask. Even my feet were covered in black. I was sneaking through the kitchen, through the dinning room, and then into the living room. I noticed the family picture on the wall over the couch. I turned to ascend the stairs carefully so as not to creak too loudly. I made it to the top landing and checked the first room on the left. It was the daughter’s bedroom and she was sound asleep. I closed the door and checked the first door on the right. It was empty; it was a guest bedroom. The next door on the left was open and it was a bathroom. The last door must be …