The Burglary

There was only one rule: don’t open the door.

For Waits and Gamble, this meant not to waste time while burgling; why fiddle with a locked door for some unknown “big score” when a sack full of known objects was more efficient?

Waits considered this rule the key to their success, though Gamble worried they missed opportunities.

This house belonged to government employees. They traveled often, and had a collection of quality items for Waits and Gamble to steal; everything from rare cards to semi-precious souvenirs. The robbers were busy at work when a dull clatter made Waits pause. He shushed Gamble and they listened.

“Are we sure there’s no one here?” whispered Waits,

“Shouldn’t be,” said Gamble, “Let’s see,”

If there was, there was no point hiding now.

There was another clatter as they approached the hall, but as they came around the corner they found it empty. Gamble walked up the hall, his light glancing over a small cabinet and, on the floor, a large key.

Gamble stooped and picked it up, then looked at the black door in the middle of the white hall.

“What do you think, Waits?” He asked, gesturing to the door.

“We should leave. If someone is here, we need to go.”

Gamble chuckled, “But when opportunity knocks,” he deftly inserted the key, and twisted.

There was a click, then he turned the doorknob.

The door swung open and they looked inside. Suddenly they felt themselves grabbed, and Waits could only scream as he felt himself being torn apart like a dinner roll. There was a loud inhale, and the screaming stopped.

There was a sound of chewing and spitting, then the door swung shut in the blood-stained hall. ;

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Inspired By Rebecca Patton’s “Invaded”, rdad her story here:

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