Chapter Seven
With my forgotten soup growing cold, I tried to think back to Tuesday afternoon, when this all started. First of all, I didn't hear a knock, or anyone looking for signs of life in the house for that matter. Surely if someone was going to barge into a stranger's home, they would give a holler to make their presence known. But I don't think most people would come waltzing unannounced into a stranger's house regardless. If someone was here for a professional appointment, they would knock, wait, and then leave if there was no answer. They would probably knock more than once, but I doubt they would take the liberty of actually coming in. Unless they were looking to steal something.
I quickly discounted the thought of a robbery. A thief would either run at the sight of me, or per
