She couldn't hear any, and moving to the curtained window, she twitched it aside to peer from the darkened kitchen into the equally dark night. There was nobody there, and that was why she felt so shocked when she glanced casually out the front window before retiring to bed and saw a tall dark shadow just off the road and under the trees. He appeared to be staring at the cabin, and she backed away from the door in a panic, in spite of knowing that he couldn't see her. Just knowing that Greg was watching the house made her rush around, bolting the front and back doors in addition to locking them, and she made sure that every window was closed and latched. Then, sitting on her couch in an empty, cold living room, she stared into space, shivering. She finally went to bed late that night and as a result slept heavily and deeply into the morning. It was eleven o'clock before she even opened her eyes. A depression settled over her when she realised the time. What did she have to get up for? Where did she have to go?
