Someone was knocking at the door. Summer rubbed her eyes and squinted at the clock. 2:30 in the morning! A rush of fear went through her as she fumbled for her robe in the dark. Nothing good came to the door at 2:30 in the morning.
She took her little .25 automatic out of the drawer and put it in her pocket. She wished Rocko wasn’t working tonight as she made her way down the hallway toward the door. The knocking had turned into pounding now and she heard someone turning the knob. With her heart pounding in her chest, she peeked out of the peephole into the dark night beyond. She saw nothing but darkness.
Something hit up against the door and an involuntary scream escaped before she clamped a hand over her mouth. Summer wasn’t sure what to do. Should she turn on the light, call the police, or what? She was shaking so badly she was afraid to touch her gun for fear she might shoot herself.
Almost without thinking, her hand shot out and turned on the porch light. It was a bright one, usually lit up the yard quite well and she should have been able to see the street, but when she peered out of the hole again, all she saw was that horrible darkness.
She then heard an awful sound; a high pitched, squealing noise that sent a sharp pain through her body. Something was in pain. She flipped off the light and the god awful noise stopped.
Slowly she started backing up the hall, wishing she had her cell phone, but it was on the table by the bed. Slowly and quietly she made her way toward the back door, hardly even daring to breath for fear of making a sound. Her eyes never left the door knob as she watched it slowly turn back and forth.
She and Rocko lived in a shotgun house and the hallway ran straight from the front door to the back. She briefly considered going into the bedroom to grab her cell phone, but was too scared to go get it. She felt the door knob hit her back and realized she had reached the back door.
It was a solid door with a small window placed up high. Summer slowly turned and was just beginning to unlock the deadbolt when she looked up at the window. There should have been light from the streetlamp in the alley coming through, but now, only total darkness filled the little space.
She stopped breathing as she felt the knob begin to turn in her hand and the screams that had been building burst from her unchecked. She didn’t care anymore if whatever was out there heard her or not. She turned quickly and could see that the knob on the front door was still turning. There had to be more than one of them, whatever, “them” was.
No time to be cautious now. She flipped on the back porch light and covered her ears as the high-pitched noise threatened to steal her sanity. She ran back down the hall and turned on the front porch light and the noise intensified to a level she couldn’t keep out. Summer screamed along with the darkness as her own world turned black and she knew no more.
Rocko was frantic as he searched for Summer. He put in a call to the police and explained how he had come home just after sunup only to find his front door crushed and his wife nowhere to be found. His back door was in splinters, too, and both porch lights had been smashed. The police found the street lights for several blocks had been vandalized and been smashed.
The only thing missing was Summer and her little .25 auto but no signs that any shots had been fired. The police found no unusual fingerprints and after a while, with no new leads, the case was put on the back burner along with the rest of the missing persons cases of that year.
Rocko was heartbroken. Summer had been his whole world. They had been talking about starting a family when she disappeared and he would never believe she had run off like one idiot detective had hinted.
He didn’t want to stay in their house, but he was afraid to move in case she came home. He was sitting alone in the dark one night about six months after she had disappeared. He had been drinking and was a little wasted. It was 2:30 in the morning and he was getting up to go to bed when someone knocked on the door.