A long shower had helped cool my body
down. That was an hour ago. Blotches of sweat had now appeared on my collar and
armpit, telling me I had to get out for some fresh air. Walking half way across
the living room, I heard the door bell rang once. Followed by strange, soft
cries. I slowed my pace before opening the door. The cries grew louder. I hardly
took my breath, walking around the front door. One step closer, I moved
backward, in doubt. The cries stop suddenly. Bless me! What was it? A meow of acat or a cry of a
baby? A meow of a baby or a cry of cat? Or? It was just my peculiar imagination?
I had to check it out myself but
after I finished up my homework I thought. I walked entered the kitchen,
grabbed a glass of water, drank it, went to the bathroom to wash my pale face,
then took my half empty glass. UNEXPECTEDLY, I heard the cries again! It was
the same crying from my front door. Ewww! I shook my head fast, pinched my hand, Ouuch! It
was not a dream! I had to face it. I came…