It was a windy winter night.
Claire came up the basement stairs, carrying a laundry basket filled with clothes, still warm from the dryer. Setting the basket onto the sofa in the den, she began to take the clothes out and fold them. Pausing only once to braid her long blonde hair, Clarie set all the folded laundry back into the basket and got up off the sofa.
Making her way into the kitchen, she went to the sink and filled up a glass with water. Leaning against the counter, she drank it slowly, drifting off into thought. The sound of a car coming down the private road, made her freeze. Setting the glass down on the counter, she quickly made her way into her dark livingroom. Clarie freezed when bright headlights danced across the walls, lighting up the room before it went into total darkness. She heard the car die down, and the sound of a door opening and slamming shut.
Pulling the draw to the desk open, she pulled out a knife and slowly made her way to the window. Pulling the cutain back, she watched as the person made their way up her driveway and to the towards the front porch. Clarie frowned, as she watched the person move up the stairs and towards the front door. A strange feeling filled her, as she moved away from the window. There was a soft knock on the door, and Claire paused for a moment.
Then she moved towards the main hallway, and stood in front of the door. Another knock, this time a little louder, made her unlock the front door. Her hand on the door knob, Claire closed her eyes and counted to five, before pulling it open. She was glad to see that the screen door was in fact locked, as the tall figure stood in front of it. Reaching over, Clarie flipped the switch on, letting light fill the nightly air. Her eyes went wide and her breathing stopped, when she finally saw who was standing on her porch.
"John?"