WHO’S THERE?

I think I heard the doorbell 
Oh no … who could it be?
I’m not dressed, I need a shower 
Go away, don’t bother me. 

In a panic, I start to worry
I look between the blinds
Whose car is that ?  …. I wonder 
I need to check the time. 

My door is locked, thank goodness
Should I call …. call 911?
It’s late, almost 8:30
Not expecting anyone. 

Could it be a serial killer?
A rapist or a thief?
Hoping he’s not looking for
Someone who looks like me. 

My camera isn’t working 
It needs new batteries
The porch light’s out, it’s too dark
It’s hard for me to see. 

Saw someone wearing a ball cap
He got back into his car
Looked like a guy I met last week
Down at the local bar. 

How’d he know where I lived?
Should I call the local Sheriff?
Do you think I am in danger?
I think his name was JARED..

In the morning on the porch 
Was a note, an explanation
“Left your sweater at the bar
Down at LOGANS …. near the station.

Here’s my name and number
If you’d like to meet for coffee
Maybe dinner or a movie
You can text or you can call me.”

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Image: Google Images. Who’s There Podcast.



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Author: Patty Richardson

Writer: Film scripts, poetry, short stories and songs.

5 thoughts on “WHO’S THERE?”

      1. I’m the same … I always look through the peephole before opening the door. Yep, I’d call him to … and at the very least thank him for returning the sweater! Common courtesy … and then, who knows what else might come up!

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