She never should have left before checking for a pulse.

First sentence provided by: Michelle Jennings Johnston

She never should have left before checking for a pulse; what the hell had she been thinking?


HE did this. She was sure of it.  It looked like a robbery. A very messy robbery. The trash had been knocked over, the drawers opened,  papers thrown about. The smell... that was the worst part. The overwhelming stench. It reeked of death and decay. She noticed the 6 day old chicken carcass she had thrown away only yesterday on the floor. Something happened here. Something awful. Something suspicious. Something smelly.

She thought the opossum was dead when she left this morning. She even poked him with a stick. She was sure of it! Now, now look what he did! He destroyed her kitchen! Blast that doggy door! She didn't even have a dog. She had a cat. Where was the cat?! How could the cat allow this to happen?

Who should she call? The police? Animal control? Pest control? Where was this little beast anyway? Was he still in the house? Oh my God. What if he was still in the house? The phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. The phone call was coming from in the house. She answered it with a shaky voice.
"Helll.....hello?"
"squeak. squeak. squeak"
She hung up. Her heart was racing and her breathing was heavy. The nearest exit was the front door, but she would have to pass the hall and the go through the living room if she wanted to escape.

She mustered up all all her courage and bolted for the door. She passed the hall where out of the corner of her eye she saw something stir. She kept running. Finally she made it to the front door but it was locked. Why did she deadbolt it?? Her shaking hands fumbled with the lock. She heard something behind her. She turned and pressed her back up against the door. There he was was. His beady eyes seem to penetrate through her soul. She yelled at it and threw her arms in the arm
"what do you want from me?!?!?!?!"
Then the creature fell over, feet in the air. She didn't check for a pulse. She got out of her house and called the police. She would see her house before she went back in there.
Shit. Her laptop was in there. How was she going to update her Facebook status about this without it?