The Quiet

At 8:30 precisely on Christmas Eve, the family next door fell silent. The loud music had been belting out for nine hours, interspersed only by yelling over the thump of the music and the sound of something heavy falling on the floor.

 

But suddenly – nothing. Not even footsteps.

 

Leroy looked at his girlfriend. They shared a tentative glance. He spoke:

 

“It’s quiet, Carruthers – too damn quiet.”

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2 Comments

  1. Wonder what happened, something sinister maybe? Way to keep us guessing

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  2. Yes, that’s the benefit of these snippet stories. I picked up the idea from other blogs. Happy Christmas!

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