The Worst Thing

THE WORST THING

Mike Ramon

© 2013 M. Ramon

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It was dark when the knock at the door came. George raised his head up from the pillow and looked at the clock. It was 3:04 in the morning. There was another knock at the front door, and George sat up, swinging his legs off the bed. He slipped his feet into a pair of blue slippers and got out of bed, then shuffled out of the bedroom and to the front door. There was one more knock, just the one, a lonely sound.

Hold on a minute, will ya? George called out.

He flipped up the switch to turn on the porch light and looked out through the peephole. He saw the back of a man’s head. George turned to make sure the chain was secure, then peered out through the peephole