The grey hooded figure walked quietly up the suburban street, avoiding the
bright dome of light from the street light and hoping not to be seen. Not
that they'd have noticed him anyway, he was not someone to stand out in a
crowd.
‘It's a hot one tonight’, he thought to himself, ‘I might get lucky. People
might get careless... open up to get a breeze.’ As if on cue, a slight, feeble
breeze rose for a second, before limply dying off in the warm air, as the dull
rumble of a plane on approach cut through the thick night air above him.
He paused in the shadows to survey the prospects. ‘Hmmm. Lights on in that
one... that one’s crap... too many lights over there... maybe that place up the
hill?’
He made his way cautiously up towards the old place for a closer look. It
was a stylish old place, all wrought iron and timber, though perhaps not as
modern as the newly renovated monstrosities around it. He could see the front
light was on, and there didn’t seem to be any inside lights on, although some
of the windows seemed a bit too
black, somehow. He shrugged the thought off. ‘Oh well. Good start. They’re
probably out for the night’.
An overgrown, narrow driveway hid his entry down the side of the house, as
he crept around to look for a way in. ‘Score!’ he thought as he noticed the
sliding window slightly open, just metres from where he stood.
‘Ok, I’m doing this one’, he decided. The adrenalin pumped in his chest as
he psyched himself up now the decision was made. It never got any easier, no
matter how many times he’d done it before. Anything could happen. He got
himself steady, then made his way to the window, and slowly eased it open. He
pulled himself up to the sill and eased one leg gently in the window.
Brrrrrringggggg. Brrrriiiinnnng. ‘Oh FUCK! Your fucking phone. You idiot! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’ He leaped from the
window and bolted down the street.
‘Oh well, I guess they got lucky tonight’ Joel thought to himself, as he
recovered his breath at the bottom of the street.
‘No’, thought the sinister shape at the upper window of the old house, ‘you got lucky my young friend’
