Home Intruders
"What do you want?" he whimpered. "Shut it," I pushed him stumbling into his living room. "Don't hurt him," his good wife screamed and she when she came to his aid. We had chosen this house with care for it far away off the main track to be isolated. The young couple who lived there weren't rich but they wasn't poor either. We had just walked up to the front door and knocked. "We won't hurt either of you just as long as you do as you're told," I instructed. "Terry." I nodded...