David heard a scratching noise. It was faint but persistent. At first he thought he was imagining it. But as he paid more attention, he could detect that the sound was coming from the kitchen.
He slowly walked towards the kitchen, lightly placing his hand on the door. He cautiously pushed it open.
The scratching sound was louder now. It was coming from inside. Something or someone was there. David held his breath as he approached the door. The sound stopped.
He slowly turned the handle and pulled the door towards him. He looked down and gasped.
About This Story
The above story is part of a collection of short fiction pieces that I have collated and published into a paperback book.
