It was dark, the thunder rolled, and a thudding noise grew louder by the second. Suddenly the thudding stopped and an alert Phillip Rootsenburgh, who was attentively listening from his living room, spun to where the noise had stopped and saw the kitchen door. He reached out to the knob, hand shaking, and turned it. Locked, he thought. This didnt make sense. He locked the front door and the back door, but did not remember the kitchen door even being shut. The only explanation could be that there was an intruder. A petty thief or possibly, and it terrified Phil to conceive it, a murderer.
He quickly pushed this idea out of his mind and went onward for another path to the kitchen where the sound was coming from. There was a back door into that room and there was certainly a hidden key left under the doormat. Phil walked out th