I keep silent and hear the sound of my front door.
Thump. Terror betrays my instincts. Stealing my breath and making me lightheaded.
The foyer floor creaks again and the front door closes, softly. A gentle push. A quiet one meant not to disturb.
The creaking moves closer and I listen to it with only the harsh sound of my subdued breath competing with it.
And I’m too afraid to even whisper, “Who’s there?”