Turn Around

Submitted by Writer on Thu, 02/15/2018 - 13:18

It was a dismal day, to begin with. I should have known that it would get worse.  At around eight a.m. I got a text from my best friend Joe.  He told me to meet him at the park in the center of our neighborhood in ten minutes.  I replied telling him that I'd be there.  But just before I was going to leave I glimpsed a shadowy figure staring into my bedroom window.  I didn't give it much thought though, considering I lived in a shady neighborhood in upstate New York I was lucky to be alive.  As I grabbed my heavy, navy blue jacket off of our coat rack I heard my phone ring.  Once again I didn't pay much attention to it though, I figured it was just Joe calling to scold me for being late.  As I pulled my phone from my pocket I heard a small creek that I instantly recognized as the kitchen floorboards.  I slid my finger across the home screen to answer the call, as I put the phone up to my ear I heard a deep voice whisper into my other ear, "Turn around!"  I listened and spun around as quickly as possible.  The last thing I saw was a gun pointed at my head.   Jeff's accounts from heaven.