Flash fiction. 100 words exactly.
Home all alone.
Cheryl heard it again.
A noise was coming from downstairs. She hid behind the door grasping a coat hanger for defence and listened again for the noise.
There was definitely someone in the house.
She buried her face into the dressing-gown hanging on a hook on the back of the door, she shut her eyes suddenly remembering her mobile was charging on the hall table. What now?
The sound of footsteps appeared to be getting closer…
She peered through the crack in the old oak door…
Cheryl let out a sigh of relief… It was just Jasper the family dog.