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burglars could get me closer to the broken glass? In the back of my mind I still wondered why my alarm had not gone off. My eyes searched the wall of my bedroom and I saw that a red light illuminated from the alarm pad. This would indicate the alarm still guarded the house, however, the broken glass I heard just a few moments ago would say otherwise.
    With my cell phone in one hand and my gun in the other I began to tiptoe out of the bedroom. The race of my heart and my mind shook my body into a fit of trembles. I continued to move down the hallway that opened up to my living room on my left and my kitchen on my right. It was dark, but I was able to see my way. The moon lit up the midsection of the house because of the uncovered windows in the living room. All the windows appeared to be intact in the living room as I glanced around. However, immediately to my right I saw the jagged shiny pieces scattered all over the tile. My feet instinctively started to walk that way, but I stopped them. I didn’t want to get hurt, and what if there was still someone at the window that waited for me? Someone knocked at my door again. I could hear the muffled voice again and this time it sounded male. My fingers didn’t hesitate anymore.
    No…I didn’t shoot, I dialed 911. A dispatcher took my information and advised me to stay away from the door until the police came to assist me. I still clutched the phone and the gun as I yelled out to the door,
    “The police are on their way and I have a big gun!” I thought I heard a snicker from the door and I felt my chest swell with infuriated passion. What kind of burglar was this? The kind that likes to torment you, my brain quickly supplied.
    “Is there someone in your house?” the 911 dispatcher asked.
    “There’s someone at my door, I think.” My voice quivered on the phone to her.
    That furious indignant emotion I had over the snicker in my ears lured me closer to the door. I could finally make out the muffled words.
    “It’s Alexander, from next door. I heard loud noises and came to check on you.” Oh, so that meant he was safe and I should trust him. Yeah, right. He’d left practically running the other night while I stood there helpless and full of questions.
    “I think you’re the one that needs protection, since you’re outside and I’m in here,” my snippy voice retorted.
    “Please stay away from the door until the officer arrives. I’ll let you know when he’s there and it’s safe to open the door.” The dispatcher’s voice calmly echoed in my ear. I had almost forgotten she was still on the phone.
    I heard Alexander’s voice come through the door.
    “I just want to make sure you’re okay. I can wait on the doorstep until the police arrive.” There was a distinct accent coming through with his words. It probably came out more in the middle of the night when a person had been sleeping. His voice did sound a little sleepy, like he had probably been awakened from the commotion. It was slightly believable that he had heard it, since these houses were built within inches of each other. But still…a little bit of overkill on the Good Samaritan thing. I would have just nicely called 911 for my neighbor from the comfort of my own house.
    “Suit yourself.” The words just fell out of my mouth. My brain was still in shock. This area had never experienced any problems before with vandalism or theft.
    Well, I guessed we were just going to sit in silence, because I was not going to continue to carry on a conversation through the door, and I would not let a strange man in my house — certainly not after someone had just smashed a window in my kitchen. I could still feel his presence outside. My magic most definitely noticed his. It sounded as though maybe he spoke again, but it was an extremely hushed sound. I decided to go ahead and point my gun and have it ready just in case he was in cahoots with the other vandal and they were about to bombard the door.
    Thankfully,