Girlfriend on the Night Shift (Short Story)

As mentioned above, there was a slight knock at the door outside the house. The girlfriend's tired eyes suddenly enlarged, and the thread at the bottom of her heart tightened again. There was no loud knock at the door, from time to time, as if it were very patient.

The girlfriend was barefoot, holding her breath, leaning over the door, trying to make sure if she was knocking on her own door or the door of her next door neighbor. When she confirmed, her hands trembled and clenched her fists: Why do you have to find me, can't you change it? Is the old lady so good at bullying? The girlfriend muttered quietly and went into the kitchenette. When he came out again, he held a sparkling fruit knife in his hand.

She approached the door, and the knocking continued, not very loud, but irritating. The girlfriend couldn't bear it and shouted: Whoa, let's not let people sleep so late. As soon as the words stopped, the first door inside opened. There was no sound outside the door, and through the small window on the security door, I saw a person, wearing a black mask on his face, a black baseball cap buttoned on his head, and the hat was pressed low, and he couldn't see his appearance clearly.

Who are you looking for? The girlfriend yelled out loud. Look for you, the man said in a hoarse voice. I don't know you, and if I don't get out of the way, I'll call the police, and my girlfriend will shout angrily again! The man did not speak again and knocked on the door again...

Tomorrow's ending