Idiot man.
Frustrated, I dropped my phone in my purse, grabbed my pizza, and headed to the back door. The front door was old, and real wood. Evidently age and/or the weather had caused it to warp or swell so I couldn’t get it to open. It was on my list of things to do, but it wasn’t a priority.
My back porch light had miraculously been repaired again, but I hadn’t planned on being out late, so I hadn’t turned it on before I left.
Something made my trash can move on the side of my detached garage, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Movement had me spinning toward the corner of the house as blood pounded in my ears. A yellow streak ran past my feet with a hiss, followed by a darker streak, and I laughed at my foolishness.
“Jesus, it was two damn cats.” I chuckled nervously as my pulse slowed, and I held a shaking hand to my brow.
As I turned back to go inside, a large body slammed into my back. I hit the ground hard with my purse, and the pizza box skidded across the driveway into the yard.
“Oof!” The wind was knocked out of me and my face was shoved into the concrete.
“Got you” was whispered in my ear as I started to scream before fingers dug into my neck and squeezed.