I wrote this in August 2004 as a start to a short story. I will try and finish it soon.
Glenda absolutely knew that she had left the door locked and the alarm on. Returning home to find it unlocked and slightly agar was a shock to her psyche. All she could think about was what Ashton would say about this. He would surely blame her for not locking up. If by chance she had just “lost it” when she left and had not locked up properly no real harm may have occurred. If she had just pulled the door closed and it didn’t quite catch the wind could have just pushed it open. It occurred to her that Ashton could have come home and then left the front door open like this. His entire tendency was to blame her for each mishap of life—yet he was ever so irresponsible himself.
She had only come through the front door because she had been out for a walk. Otherwise, if she had left in the car she would have backed the car out of the garage after setting the alarm and leaving through the door to the garage. The front door and the sliding glass door were kept locked most of the time. In fact, their house was kept buttoned up most of the time except the weekends when they spent time on the patio barbequing. These facts were not foremost in her mind but the fact that she would have been more careful to lock up when she left through the front door because this was not a usual routine and would have caused her to be more cautious. On her walk she had been in quite a fog trying to put together the events that had lead up to her walk. After all, she had been having more than her share of bizarre happenstances of late.
The next shock to her system came when she slightly pushed the door open. She was listening intently to see if there were any unusual noises just in case burglars were responsible for the door being ajar. She just about jumped out of her skin when the triple beep of the alarm check system went off. At that same instance a deep chill passed through her body and she saw a shadow fuse in and out of her from her left to her right side and then dissipate. A sudden amnesia overtook her and a fog settled over her mind. She wasn’t unconscious, just lost in a murkiness which her spirit was aware of but precluded any feasible conscious thought. Eventually, after moments unaccounted for she felt the haze in her mind lift. She rushed though the house checking to see that everything was intact and found it so. The funny this was that many things seemed out place such as the towels left on the sink, Ashton’s shoes in the middle of the floor. Meanwhile she looked at the clock. It was 3:45 p.m. She had left for her walk at 12:45 p.m. and had checked again as she rounded the last turn and it had been 2:15 p.m. She had been lost in that mistiness for more than an hour and a half. As her mind woke up completely she fell to the couch put her head in her hands and shouted, “Sh-i-i-i-i-i-i-t, Sh-i-i-i-i-i-i-t, Sh-i-i-i-i-i-i-t ….WHAT IN THE HELL JUST HAPPENEDED TO ME!!!!!!!!!!
Ashton came in the door one minute later. He had just gone down to the mailbox for a few seconds. He had heard the loud shout she had made but was ready to panic as he had no idea why someone would be yelling in his house. When he saw Glenda on the couch his jaw dropped. He had just about been ready to call the police again to tell them there had been no sign of her.
Glenda had disappeared two days ago, sometime on Thursday afternoon. He had come home to a house with the door unlocked and ajar, the car in the garage, and Glenda gone. As far has he could tell the only things missing were her, her keys, and her I. D. was not in her purse. He had searched the house for a note that may have fallen off the counter due to the breeze. A few minutes after being home and finding her gone he saw her cell phone on the charger. She always remembered to bring her I. D. in her pocket with some money, even if she was just taking a walk but she didn’t always take her phone. He had had no idea what she might be wearing. There had been signs that she had taken a shower, so whatever she may have put on he had no idea. He thought that perhaps he might be able to figure it by process of elimination if the police asked. Of course that had been his next move, to call the police. He had fully expected to have to have the 24 hour waiting period. He then proceeded to find a recent photo. He gave them one of the older ones but promised to give them a copy of the video they had taken two days before.