Home By Jackson Kinross
After a long day at work I finally made it home. I look under my door mat to see a single shining key sitting there. Really should hide it better; some creep could walk in at any time. I make my way inside, and I am greeted by the sight of a small dog staring at me. Strange, I don’t remember ever getting a dog. I pick the small puppy up and it bites my hand. I drop it, and it runs through the front door. Blood starts rushing out of my hand and onto the carpet. I run to the kitchen and grab a rag to clean it. How stupid of me; I should’ve known that a random dog wouldn’t be friendly. I walk back to the door and lock it. Hopefully, no more mutts can come in now. I walk back to the kitchen and I run my hand through the warm water. Suddenly, I hear the door start to jingle. Out of instinct, I grab a knife from one of the cabinets. Then the door itself opens. I prepare myself. I thought I would have time to hide before the owner gets home.
