"Hello?" I call to no one. I swear; I’m paranoid. Of course no one’s home. I basically live here by myself. And I know mom’s not home. I found a note a few days ago saying that she was in San Francisco. No mention of when she was coming back, just a thousand dollars to tide me over until I saw her again. I gotta say, though, I’m surprised she even left a note. Maybe those ‘parenting’ magazines are doing some good.

I let out a deep sigh and grab my glass, throwing it into the sink. And I hear the same noise, again. It sounds like the floor boards are squeaking, so I whip around and widen my eyes, hoping that I’ll be able to see anything.

"Hello?!" That came out as a shout…whoops.

I rip the ear buds from my ears and turn on the small light over the counter, so there’s at least a little light.

I turn around in a slow circle, but I still can’t see anything.

“If anyone’s there, I am so going to kick your ass, if you try anything!” Not like I could hurt anyone, who would try to kill me. I mean, seriously, I’m tiny.

I open one of the drawers and pull whatever I get my hands on first out. I doubt it’ll do much damage, but at least it’s something. Well, whatever the something is, I’m not sure. I put it under the light to get a look at it. A wooden spoon. Wow…scary. Well, I guess that I can spoon them to death.

I let out a small snicker at how stupid that was. “Spoon them to death.” I say to myself, while shaking my head.

Creak.

God damn it, there it is, again! What the fuck! I hold the spoon up, ready to whack anyone who comes near me. I’m still squinting, trying to see anything. But it’s no use, even with the small light, I’m blind.

All the sudden I hear small steps, but they’re so quiet, I don’t think much of them. I’m still looking around, and I hear the small steps again, and then I feel something jump on my ankle.

“BWAA!” I may be exaggerating when I say this, but I jumped 10 fucking feet into the air. “WHAT THE FUCK!”