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that’s you, then answer me!!”
    Still no answer from Kevin. If it was Kevin, he would’ve said something by now.
    Then she heard three loud knocks on the sliding glass door hidden behind the blinds. Three deliberate knocks.
    “Kevin … please …”
    Jen took a deep breath and tore the vertical blinds to the side. And then she screamed.
    Oh God. It was too late for Kevin.
    Kevin sank down on the other side of the glass door leaving behind a smear of blood.
    Jen backed away from the sliding glass door, shaking her head no, tears streaming down her face. Her mind buzzed with white-hot panic, and her animal instincts took over – she needed to run.
    She raced across the living room towards the front door and then froze when she heard a pounding at the door.
    Jen stifled a scream. She tried to dial 911 on her cell phone, but the phone still wasn’t working.
    The phone in the kitchen!
    She bolted for the kitchen and ran past the counter to the wall where the phone normally hung, but she stopped dead and stared at the spot on the wall where the phone used to be; now there were just some shredded wires hanging out of the wall – the phone was gone.
    Jen turned to the counter and reached for the block of kitchen knives. She needed something to defend herself with. But all of the knives were gone.
    She hurried back around the counter to the kitchen door that led outside, about to reach for the spare keys on a wooden key holder that was shaped like a key. But all of the keys were gone: the keys to the house, the keys to her mom’s car in the garage. All of them gone.
    She backed up a step away from the wall, shaking her head no, praying that this was another one of her nightmares. This couldn’t be real. She just wanted to wake up.
    A scraping noise at the kitchen door grabbed her attention. She saw the shadowy figure of a man right on the other side of the door, just visible through the sheer curtain.
    The lock on the door handle slowly twisted from locked to unlocked. Then the door handle slowly turned.
    Jen bolted from the kitchen in a blind panic; she ran through the living room for the stairs. She rushed up the stairs, stumbling on the last few carpeted steps as she reached the second floor hall. She fell down in the hallway, but she didn’t waste any time, she was back on her feet and running to her bedroom as whimpers of fear escaped her throat.
    She rushed inside her bedroom and slammed the door shut. She had a lock on her door; she had asked her parents for a lock a few years ago and they had installed one. She twisted the lock and backed away from the door. The lock seemed so flimsy right now. Even the door itself didn’t seem like much protection.
    Her phone!
    She turned and ran to the table beside her bed. Her phone was gone; the only thing left was the telephone wire on the table. No, he couldn’t have been up here already. And then her mind slipped back to the muffled noises she had heard when she and Kevin were in her parents’ bedroom.
    The sound of heavy footsteps in the hall drew her attention back to her bedroom door. A shadow crossed the strip of light underneath the door.
    Jen breathed hard as she tried to think of what to do. She couldn’t protect herself up here; she had nothing to fight back with.
    The window? It was only a fifteen or sixteen foot drop to the ground – she could make it.
    A clicking noise at the door. She looked back and saw the lock in the door handle twisting, the door handle turning. The door opened slowly. And the man from her nightmares entered. In her dreams she had never seen his face; it had always been hidden in shadows. He had wanted it that way. But she could see him now, she could see his eyes, and there was no mercy in those dark eyes.
    Jen backed up to the wall, slid down, and cried hopeless tears. She shook her head back and forth.
    “No … please,” she sobbed. “What do you want?”
    The killer approached.
    “What is that thing?” she asked when she saw the