C20 Intruder

That was one of her coping mechanisms. Playing a joke in her head.

“Hi, I think there’s an intruder in my house,” Ava said into the speaker, as she inches closer to the cabinet.

“You think there’s an intruder, or there’s an intruder?” The lady asked. The question pissed Ava.

“I don’t think that’s the right question you should be asking, miss. I’m telling you I think someone’s in “