Elaine stopped dead in her tracks. She had just fixed the bulb this morning, it couldn't already be...

The sound of the back screen door swinging stopped her heart. A wave of panic went through her and she just knew she wasn't alone anymore. But maybe they (or he, or she) had just left. Except she didn't hear any footsteps.

Her bedroom door was locked. The handle jiggled, then a voice; "Larry it's friggin' locked!" "Fuck," Joe yelled. "It fuckin' can't be locked!"

Elaine started turning around; her cell phone was in her car in the driveway.

The kitchen light flicked on...