A Visitor
November 17th 2009 11:45
Cordelia Martin closed the door to her car and walked up the driveway to her house. She paused, looked around, and felt a shiver run down her spine. She felt the odd premonition that she was being followed or watched. Her house was on a regular street in a regular neighborhood in Orlando. Her regular job as a graphic designer helped her pay for her regular car and her regular house in the regular neighborhood, but Cordelia was anything but regular.
She stepped through the door of her house and into the foyer. She placed her purse on a table by the door and took her shoes off. She walked into her bedroom and prepared herself for a shower. She was unnerved from the day's events so she decided that a nice hot bath was the perfect remedy. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water faucets. She walked back into her bedroom and took off her clothes. She could hear a faint rustling sound. She looked around and determined that it was coming from her closet. The closet door was closed and the light was on. She bristled with fear. Tentatively, she walked towards the closet and reached out a hand to grab the doorknob. There was a scratch now but it wasn't coming from the closet. She turned to her left and looked at the window. She peered carefully out of the window, not to alert her naked form to the outside world. She saw that it was raining now and the wind was blowing a branch of a tree placed next to her window. The scratching sound was the branch blowing against the window. She sighed, obviously relieved.
"You're imagining things," She thought.
Cordelia went back to her bathroom and turned off the water. The tub was full of water and bubbles. The bubbles were popping a welcome to her to come lay with them. She entered the tub, relishing the sensation of the warm water all over her body. Her nerves were beginning to soothe and she drifted into a world of utter bliss. She wondered why she didn't take more baths instead of showers. The rejuvenating effects of the water and the bath began instantly. She began to nod, her blood pressure dropped and her heartbeat slowed. She continued to lie in the tub until the water became lukewarm. Suddenly she heard another scratching sound, this time coming from her living room. She tensed, wondering if her imagination really was playing tricks on her earlier. She raised herself slowly out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. She was thinking about the sound. Was it just a tree again? What if it were something else?
A curious sensation overtook her. That primordial fight or flight instinct was what she decided it was. Long ago she taught herself not to ignore this because there was always a reason for it. She became so attuned to it that it always paid off. Every time she felt this it was followed by some event. She quickly dried herself and quietly walked into her bedroom and dressed. Cordelia went to her dresser drawer and retrieved a gun. It was a black 9mm Glock she got as a gift from her father. As a child she was taught how to shoot a gun and regularly went to the range to practice. Her father taught her early to never be defenseless. He knew there was something different about her and knew that she would need to know how to use it. He wasn't a cop or a military man, just a guy who knew that his daughter would be surrounded by violence.
She checked the gun, making sure it was loaded.
"Of course it's loaded," She thought.
"It's always loaded, thankfully."
She opened her bedroom door and walked silently into the hallway leading to the living room. The room was dark. She could vaguely make out the figure of a person standing by the window. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see that the person was a man. His back was turned to her as he peered out the window.
The man turned around just as Cordelia was turning on the light. For some reason she did not feel threatened, but nonetheless, she did not lower the gun she had pointed at him.
"That will do nothing to me if you intend to hurt me," He said, turning to face her.
As he came more into view, she noticed that he was a tall, brown haired man with piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, but looked a little, off, almost inhuman. She wasn't affected by his looks, although she did find him quite handsome, only not her taste.
She stepped through the door of her house and into the foyer. She placed her purse on a table by the door and took her shoes off. She walked into her bedroom and prepared herself for a shower. She was unnerved from the day's events so she decided that a nice hot bath was the perfect remedy. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the water faucets. She walked back into her bedroom and took off her clothes. She could hear a faint rustling sound. She looked around and determined that it was coming from her closet. The closet door was closed and the light was on. She bristled with fear. Tentatively, she walked towards the closet and reached out a hand to grab the doorknob. There was a scratch now but it wasn't coming from the closet. She turned to her left and looked at the window. She peered carefully out of the window, not to alert her naked form to the outside world. She saw that it was raining now and the wind was blowing a branch of a tree placed next to her window. The scratching sound was the branch blowing against the window. She sighed, obviously relieved.
"You're imagining things," She thought.
Cordelia went back to her bathroom and turned off the water. The tub was full of water and bubbles. The bubbles were popping a welcome to her to come lay with them. She entered the tub, relishing the sensation of the warm water all over her body. Her nerves were beginning to soothe and she drifted into a world of utter bliss. She wondered why she didn't take more baths instead of showers. The rejuvenating effects of the water and the bath began instantly. She began to nod, her blood pressure dropped and her heartbeat slowed. She continued to lie in the tub until the water became lukewarm. Suddenly she heard another scratching sound, this time coming from her living room. She tensed, wondering if her imagination really was playing tricks on her earlier. She raised herself slowly out of the tub and wrapped herself in a towel. She was thinking about the sound. Was it just a tree again? What if it were something else?
A curious sensation overtook her. That primordial fight or flight instinct was what she decided it was. Long ago she taught herself not to ignore this because there was always a reason for it. She became so attuned to it that it always paid off. Every time she felt this it was followed by some event. She quickly dried herself and quietly walked into her bedroom and dressed. Cordelia went to her dresser drawer and retrieved a gun. It was a black 9mm Glock she got as a gift from her father. As a child she was taught how to shoot a gun and regularly went to the range to practice. Her father taught her early to never be defenseless. He knew there was something different about her and knew that she would need to know how to use it. He wasn't a cop or a military man, just a guy who knew that his daughter would be surrounded by violence.
She checked the gun, making sure it was loaded.
"Of course it's loaded," She thought.
"It's always loaded, thankfully."
She opened her bedroom door and walked silently into the hallway leading to the living room. The room was dark. She could vaguely make out the figure of a person standing by the window. She waited until her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see that the person was a man. His back was turned to her as he peered out the window.
The man turned around just as Cordelia was turning on the light. For some reason she did not feel threatened, but nonetheless, she did not lower the gun she had pointed at him.
"That will do nothing to me if you intend to hurt me," He said, turning to face her.
As he came more into view, she noticed that he was a tall, brown haired man with piercing blue eyes. He was handsome, but looked a little, off, almost inhuman. She wasn't affected by his looks, although she did find him quite handsome, only not her taste.
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