Wrong House
I wasn't sure exactly what woke me up but as I lay there in my darkened bedroom I heard it again, movement in the office that I'd set up down the hall. Someone or something was in my house. Quietly I rolled over and opened the nightstand drawer beside my bed. After a quick search my fingers ran over the cold steel of the large revolver inside. The heft of the big Smith and Wesson .44 was comforting as I pulled it out even as I was hoping not to actually need it. Then I heard it again, this time...