Chapter 1I think one of the scariest things that can happen to a person is the realization that someone ‘has been inside your house.’ And from that notion, this story began to take form.
When I used to live in Chicago, I once had the pleasure of living in the Rogers Park neighborhood in an apartment building designed by Frank Lloyd Wright. The good memory of that time was marred by one significant night when a stranger came ‘inside our house.’ It was the middle of the night. I don’t know what time it was, but my then-lover and I were fast asleep when we were awakened by our boxer mix, Babs, hopping up on our bed and growling. Groggily, I opened my eyes and had the feeling something wasn’t right. In my underwear, I got up to check things out. Vulnerable, much? I noticed a couple of things—
