#WritcoStoryChallenge
The streetlights were dim as the mist enclosed it in its mysterious grip. She peered out of her window into the darkness, was there someone out there or was it her imagination?
She then heard a brief sound of movement just beneath her window. A streak of terror and numbness caught her; her heart was now pounding against her chest, it was the loudest sound in the room now. But the mind hadn't deceived her, she had indeed heard a sound and now it was calling out her name, whispering, "Cathy, open up, it's me, hurry," the voice said in a rapid tone.
"Who am I opening my window to?" Cathy asked.
"Come on, Cathy," the voice begged.
"Larry, is that you?"
"Yes sweetie, please let me in."
Cathy jumped up from bed in her dark bedroom and reached for the window opening up for her boyfriend Larry.
"Why haven't you been picking up my calls, Larry?" asked Cathy who had now lit up the room and stood, frantically bombarding Larry with questions.
Larry had gone for a week now. He vanished into thin air, went AWOL on her one and only "lovely shrinking violet" as he would call her. But right now, the Violet wasn't so lovely at all. She was turning into a dark purple, blurting out things she didn't mean, and cursing...