Last Monday Short Tale of 2019

Home Invasion Gone Wrong(or Right?)


The sound of creaking floor boards startles her awake. 

“Jim,” Anne whispers as she shakes her sleeping husband. “Someone’s in the house.” 

It takes a few moments for Jim to stir and more precious seconds for him to wake enough to understand what was happening. 


Before Anne could respond, the creaking of the floor boards occurs once more. They’re closer this time. Whoever had broken in was coming upstairs. 

“Jim, Go! Do something!” 

Jim gets out of bed, grabbing the bat he kept under the bed for such occasions as this and, straightening his shoulders, heads out of the bedroom. Anne remained in bed, holding her breath and listening. 

From down in the hall, she hears a clatter, likely his bat striking the wall. She loved him but Jim was not the most athletic. She hears another clatter before silence. There weren’t anymore footsteps and she hopes that means that Jim took out the intruder and was checking the house for more intruders. 

Anne crept out of bed, blue nightgown fluttering around her ankles, and over to the window. She peered out of the window to see if there were any ‘friends’ of the intruder but everything seemed silent. She began to turn, intending to head into the hall to find Jim.

The last thing she saw was a younger blond woman, hatred in her blue eyes, snarl twisting her pretty mouth, before she was struck across the side of the face with a blunt object.

The young woman watched as Anne crumpled to the ground in a heap. She couldn’t risk Anne waking up, much less identifying her. As such, she slammed her bat into first Anne’s head, then twice into her spine. The second spinal strike shifted Anne’s head so it was facing her so she slammed her bat into it multiple times, destroying any resemblance of a human face.

Seeing no movement from the body at her feet, keeping a tight grip on the bat, the young woman headed back into the hall. She stepped over the body of Anne’s husband, knowing he was still breathing. She’d been very careful to ensure such. She double checked she had her knife she’d stabbed Jim with and headed back out the back door. 

It was all over the newspaper the next day that there had been an home invasion, James Hanson surviving his wife, Anne Hanson. The invader who had brutally murdered Anne and left James on death’s door was never found. 

As men often do, James eventually moved on, unable to be alone. No one ever saw anything wrong with his second wife, a young woman, 5 years his junior, with curly blond hair and bright blue eyes. 


©Paula Crofoot

So, do you think Jim knew his second wife before the invasion and as such, was in on it as a way to avoid divorce or simply to get rid of his wife? Or do you think she was a stalker who wormed her way into his life after the death? Comment down below your thoughts. I know the answer, of course, but I want to see what you think. 

‘Til Next Time, Friends!


If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away

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