Another thump was heard. She prayed that two of her three kids would not come home right now. Alvin, her youngest, was left sleeping in his bed. ‘and Andrea and Alice,”’ the thought escaped her as she ascended the stairs with care toward the second landing where the attic door was located. She avoided the third from the top step that gave off a loud squeak from the weak support below it. She always knew when her children snuck downstairs during the night by its sound.
Her nerves were on edge, but with her practiced skills she forced herself to calm down as she opened the attic door. She heard something fall.
She held her weapon straight out by both hands, careful to maintain straight forefingers passed the trigger guard. She fanned her weapon through the poor light coming through the old window pane. Then she saw a figure of a man, who was dressed in dark clothing, bending over. He stood up and turned to face her. Mary froze pointing the weapon in front of the masked intruder. When he looked at her she saw he was holding something in his hand.
“Stand down and raise your hands!” she shouted.
Without warning she heard her children’s voices. The man in black took Mary’s distraction and dove for the window, shattering it as he landed on the rooftop below.