#Chapter 44 - Keep It Professional

Shirley Just seconds after I’ve received the second message, there’s a knock at the front door - causing me to nearly jump out of my skin as I quietly yelp. I look toward the entryway with fear filling my every nerve, waiting as I anticipate multiple knocks to follow - or even a neverending chiming from my doorbell. But as I practically hold my breath, I find that neither of those things happen. There was only a single knock and then nothing - just pure silence. Slowly, I make my way toward the door, trying to get a better view of it - even if I know I won’t be able to see who’s standing on my doorstep. Still, I wait for more telling sounds, soon hearing one as there’s another knock. But it’s gentle, not at all menacing as someone raps their knuckles against the wood before they withdraw again. My tormentor wouldn’t do that…would they? Well, I suppose it would make perfect sense for them to try and coax me out. They’d make me lower my defenses, relax a little, and then