...downstairs. I'd locked up properly, checked the doors and windows, set the alarm. I lay in bed, paralysed with fear, hoping that it was just the central heating or the house creaking. I listened hard. That was definitely the unmistakable sound of footsteps. I picked up my phone and dialled 999, ready to press call. I got out of bed, and picked up my hair straighteners, the best weapon I could think of at 3 in the morning. But I couldn't understand why the alarm hadn't gone off, I'd definitely set it before I went to bed. I opened the bedroom door, and there he was....
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