In my home

When someone suddenly suggested to me that we should, just for fun, each write a mystery, a short story, I was surprised but excited! Of course I took on the challenge. I've never written mysteries before, even though I've read many. Not only did it have to be in English, it's also a style far from what I'm usually writing. So I did it in my own way, he he. Let me know what you think!

In my home

As soon as she had unlocked the door and walked in to the apartment she sensed that something was…not wrong at first, but off, somehow; different. Almost with goose bumps she felt a tingling sense of her home holding a secret. The well known had been touched by strangeness.

She turned on the hall light, looked around and tried to figure out what gave her this feeling. Nothing instantly looked out of order. She dropped the keys in her pocket, put her bag down, took off her jacket and regretted it while hanging it on the hook, because the lingering feeling of uneasiness gave her the chills.

The thought of someone but her being inside her apartment occurred to her like a punch in the stomach. She quickly turned around, not seeing anyone she bent down and almost hysterically went through her bag until she found her cell phone. She dialed the 9, the first 1 and with strong hesitation finally the second 1, maybe she was just imagining? Now all she had to do was to press the call button, that her thumb was hovering over, as soon as she would actually see someone. In her other hand she grabbed the closest thing she could think of to use as a weapon; an umbrella which pointy top surely could do some damage. She stopped for a second to hope it wouldn’t be used against her, she had read somewhere that weapons meant for self defense often ended up being used against your self. She tried to shake the thought of being punched and stabbed with an umbrella and took a firmer grip, and even more so she tried to avoid the icky thought of actually having to stab someone.

Slowly she started to walk forward trough the hallway, turning left into the kitchen. Her heart throbbed high up in her throat when she saw things had been moved. Her crystal vase, which always stood, mostly unused, in the corner of the counter, was gone. She looked in through the cabinet with glass doors and saw that her grandpa’s antique glasses also were gone,those that he had given her with the condition that she would actually use them. -No point of them just collecting dust, her grandpa had said. For the record she had kept that promise, it had become a routine to buy a bottle of wine every time friends were going to come over to serve in those glasses. She started wondering, who was it that had been here, that took the time to steal glasses? A high society thief? She should check if her TV and her jewelries were gone too, but first she had to know if the thief was still in the apartment. While thinking that, she had definitely heard something! It had come from further in to the apartment. Holding her breath and slightly trembling she moved towards the living room.

Then everything happened very quickly.
-911, where is the emergency, said a voice she didn’t hear as the umbrella dropped to the floor.
She felt the knees bend and the hearth almost stop as her friends yelled: -Surprise!