She pulled up onto the driveway as the rain battered against the windows of the car. She quickly gathered all of the shopping bags out of the boot and hurried to the front door, fumbling for her keys, struggling to get the key in the lock because of all the bags in her hands. The door finally opens and she rushes inside to the kitchen, leaving the door swinging in the wind.
As the bags hit the counter top she hears the front door shut, and thinks nothing of it, presuming the wind had pulled the door closed. Once the shopping has been put away she started cooking.
It has been a very long day, so just a quick meal, salmon with some stir fried veg and noodles, she sits down to eat in front of the TV just as a flash of lightning lights up the sky, followed by a loud clash of thunder. The howling wind pushing the rain against the window, she gets up to close the curtains before returning to finish her food.
After she is finished she turns off the TV and loads the dishwasher, then goes to lock the front door and head to bed, she is so tired that she fails to notice the faint outline of wet footprints on the laminate floor, much larger than any shoes she owns.
Once upstairs she goes to use the bathroom, before going into the bedroom, and changing into a pair of silky pyjama shorts and vest top. All of a sudden she gets a feeling that she is being watched, her head flicks around but nobody is there, the curtains are shut and the hallway is pitch black. She climbs into bed and picks up her book, but a few minutes later she can feel her eyelids start to close, she puts down her book, turns off the light and closes her eyes.
Just as she is about to drift off, she hears a creak of wooden floorboards, she dismisses it as being the neighbours moving around next door, it's hard to tell where the sound came from as the storm is still raging outside.
