Gemotions

"Hello?" she said into the phone, her voice barely a whisper. The hammering had ceased, a sudden, unnerving silence. Her pulse was racing. A deep, unsettling quiet had fallen over everything.

She’d been avoiding the windows for hours, but she couldn’t bear it any longer. She crept to the living room, peering through the gap in the curtains. He was gone. The construction site was still, empty.

She didn't know what it meant, the absence of noise, the empty space. Her breath hitched. Then, she heard a sound: a scratching noise at the back door. She froze, unable to move. She slowly backed away from the window, and reached for the baseball bat she kept hidden behind the sofa.