Friedlinde woke up with a start. She was sure she heard a noise. She listened to the silence which answered back in customary fashion. Then a small shufffle of feet and heart lept. She reached across to her husband - no one, there. Relief overwhelmed her. It was only Dieter. He must be having another of those bad nights. She closed her eyes and the longed for sleep started to slowly creep over her. Hopeful, it would not be one of those stop-start fretful nights. She often had them when Dieter was away. A W A Y !!! She sat right up her heart pounding. Everything was quiet now. But she was convinced, she had heard a noise and no matter how often she told herself it was only imagination, she knew there was someone in the flat.

She got up, put on her dressing gown and armed with a fairly ineffectual candlestick opened the door to her bedroom. A light was on in the lounge. A shadow fell through the glass doorpanes. If only she could get into their study without the intruder noticing, she could phone 999. If she breathed heavily enough into the phone, maybe the police would become suspicious and send someone round. Three times she lifted her foot, she even saw it lifting itself off the ground, and yet she remained firmly rooted to the spot. Then the shadow got larger and suddenly the door opened. Friedlinde let out a piercing scream and threw the candlestick with all her might, before falling limply to the floor.

There was laughter all round the next morning as Friedlinde shared a welcome breakfast with Dieter and her son, Matthew. He had come home the night before. It was a flying visit for her 50th birthday. As usual he had taken the milk train down through the borders and let himself in with his key. He had gone into the lounge to prepare a birthday surprise for his mother and was just about to turn in when all hell was let loose.

That was what they were laughing over now. Dieter had come home from the night shift a half hour earlier and brought fresh rolls and croissants. Slowly, the colour was beginning to come back to his wife's cheeks. With a smirk on his face he placed his present in her lap.
"I thought we needed some new ones. Obviously, you agree."

Intrigued, Friedlinde unwrapped a pair of beautiful candlesticks, the tears rolling down her face.

This weeks Sunday Scribblings prompt was goosebumps. You'll find more things going bump in the night here.


Cool Paul... a bit of fright with a light resolve... wonderful!

11 August 2007 at 00:02  

I don't like footsteps in the night (or the day if I'm not expecting them. You pulled me in and I was scared for her and then ready to just have a go at him for coming in quietly and scaring her.

LOVE this template.

11 August 2007 at 02:02  

Your blog is delightful!

11 August 2007 at 02:27  

very catchy... excellent read

11 August 2007 at 04:20  

Your posts are always a pleasure to read.

Great build up and that gift was perfect.

11 August 2007 at 14:23  

candlesticks make things more frightening!

11 August 2007 at 17:13  

I felt my blood pressure go down as your story went from scary to lighthearted...phew! Great read. :~)

11 August 2007 at 21:26  

certainly pulled me in! fun read!

11 August 2007 at 23:03  

a universal intruder in the dead of night. love it! And I enjoyed the ending too.

12 August 2007 at 00:58  

I'm not sure how many happy endings I'll find reading the posts this week, but I'm sure glad your scary one had one.

12 August 2007 at 02:09  

The power of the imagination. What we think or imagine something to be is often more vivid and frightening than what is actually happening.

Ask Macbeth or Richard III!

12 August 2007 at 07:52  

Indeed - what we imagine is often scarier than the truth. I love how she talked herself out of being afraid at first, then really frightened herself when she realized her husband was away. Thanks for stopping by!

12 August 2007 at 10:25  

A great read!! Being blessed with a sometimes overactive imagination, I could identify with Friedlinde -- can't count the number of times that I was sure someone was pulling at the door, but I can count how many times it was true -- NONE! You have a fabulous blog template!! I have a penchant for blogs with that parchmenty look.

12 August 2007 at 13:27  

Spooky. Footsteps in the night are scary.

12 August 2007 at 14:56  

I always wrote something like this for Sunday Scribblings - an intruder in the who turn out to be a family memeber.

Nicely done!

12 August 2007 at 16:09  

Goose and bumps! I actually had a night like this last night. It turned out to be the dog scratching.

12 August 2007 at 16:18  

Very entertaining post! Funny and scary all at once!

12 August 2007 at 17:26  

that is just so nice... chills, thrills and a happy ending

thank you for visiting my poetry place


13 August 2007 at 10:58  

Those things that go bump in the night can be sooo scary!

13 August 2007 at 22:04  

Wow, what a great story.

14 August 2007 at 02:18  

don't like footsteps in the night either ...

take care and happy tuesday.

14 August 2007 at 14:48  

Ah surprising and fun.


16 August 2007 at 18:00  

Thank you, that was just an awesome post!!!

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