Short Stories 1

The Burglar

What was that? That query travelled through my brain as I quickly sat up in my bed, wondering what kind of noise that was. As I gradually came back to my senses, it struck again, this time taking longer to subside. My eyes widened as I racked my head, but no memory of such a sound came. I had to investigate, otherwise I’d never know. It sounded like a combination of long sharp fingernails being dragged across a…