The Scare
Krista unlocked the apartment door and went inside, shutting it after her, and dropping her keys on the hall table. She scooped up the remote from off the couch and flicked on the TV. The clock declared in its glaring red numbers that it was four minutes till six.
"Almost time for the news," she said to herself. Krista flipped through the channels to the one she planned on watching. A loud gum commercial blared out, and she quickly muted it. Krista ambled into the small kitchen and began to make her supper.
"Oh, gee, what a selection..." she commented to herself sarcastically as she gazed at the cabinet shelves' contents. "Lessee... Cereal, PB&J, or a pot pie." Kris shrugged, picked out a pot pie, and popped it into the microwave to heat up. Then she wandered back into the living room. The emotionless face of the newscaster gazed out, his mouth moving without sound since the TV was muted. Kris picked the remote up and turned up the volume.
"Last night, death row inmate Ronald Drake escaped from prison. He is at large in the San Fransisco area and is to be considered armed and dangerous. Police are now in pursuit. In other news..."
Kira stopped listening. Ronald Drake. She remembered having heard about him. A serial killer lost in her city. Remembering what he did and the fact that he could be right outside her door and her not know it were plenty to make her lose her appetite. She went into the kitchen, turned off the microwave, and put the pot pie back in the cabinet.
After an hour had passed with no additional news, Kris started cleaning up the apartment to take her mind off Drake. At around nine o'clock p.m. that night, Kris took a short shower and went to bed. She tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, but finally drifted off.
When Krista woke up, it was still pitch dark. She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was just a few minutes till midnight. Through the open bedroom door, she could hear the front door being jiggled. Kris froze. Drake's picture from the news flashed before her eyes. Krista strained to hear any sounds from the front door. After a few moments, she did hear something.
"Krista! I lost my keys! Kris!" her boyfriend called. Kris practically cried with relief as she went to unlock the door for him.
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