“Who’s there?” the man’s voice rang out as he walked towards the closet.
He had heard. Oh God, what could she do?
“Who’s in there?” the voice rang out again. “Step out of the closet now,” the man yelled.
Barbara stayed quiet. What should she do? She looked around the closet for a makeshift weapon. Some way of defending herself.
The door was pulled open from the outside and the man stood there with a g*n aimed at her midsection. “Step out of there,” he demanded. She took a step outside the closet and stopped; her hands raised in submission. “Who the f**k are you?” he asked.
She needed a better answer than the real one. An answer that her job supplied. “I’m a realtor. Part of that is getting listings, so I’m knocking on doors in the neighborhood to see if anyone is interested in selling
