A moment later she heard the tapping sound and guessed that was what had woken her. She grabbed her dressing gown and in the weird light of early dawn went downstairs. She picked up the torch but didn’t light it. The grey glow slipping through the curtains was enough for her to see her way and slowly, quietly, gripping the torch as a weapon, she descended the stairs. The house was silent, it was too early for traffic to be passing and the silence was oppressive, the place didn’t feel like her home.Slowly, her heart beating painfully, she looked in each room. The tapping sound she heard was repeated as she entered the kitchen and she saw that the back door stood ajar, a breeze moving it gently.This time she was sure she had locked and bolted it, clearly remembered doing so. So how could it be open? The kitchen was where she sat for her late-night hot drink; on the armchair facing the door, so how could she have forgotten?She ran across, locked it, withdrew the key and threw the bolt, then panic set in even stronger.
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