19 in Locked-In

  • Dec. 5, 2021, 9:37 a.m.
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Melissa returned home, furious and frustrated but definitely more furious than anything else at this point. If only she could wrap her hands around Katie’s scrawny little neck and choke the life right out of her! She would kill her in a heartbeat if she had a second chance to do so and she knew it.

The next week she was nervous whenever she was home alone. The slightest sound made her jump, yet nothing happened. All was calm both at home and at work.

And then another peaceful week passed. Melissa was just about to think that maybe Katie and her little friends were tired of picking on her when she was in bed one night reading on her Kindle as she always did before bed.

The sound of glass smashing out in the living room and the alarms suddenly blaring scared the living daylights out of her. As she jumped at the sound, the Kindle dropped from her hands and slid with a heavy kerplunk to the floor. Her heart began to pound madly.

Had someone just smashed their way into the house?!

Terrified, she scrambled for the phone on the dresser and dialed 911. She relayed what she’d heard as soon as the dispatcher answered, speaking loudly over the alarm, and gave her address.

“Is anyone in the house?”

“I don’t know!” Melissa shouted, gazing into the darkened hallway, unable to see anything. “Just please hurry!”

“A unit is on its way, ma’am.”

“I’d like to stay on the phone until they get here. I don’t want to go out into the living room and answer the door until I know for sure that it’s the police.”

The dispatcher, a youngish-sounding woman, said that would be no problem.

Melissa kept her eyes glued to the darkness beyond the room as she scrambled to pull the stun gun out of her nightstand. She was terrified that someone would pop out of the darkness and into the bedroom before the officers could arrive to save her. When she thought about it, a determined enough person could do her a lot of damage if they really wanted to before the police got a chance to not only get to her house but to kick her door down as well.

Every second seemed like minutes and every minute seemed like many. Melissa held the phone in one hand, the stun gun in the other, and kept her eyes glued to the doorway. The blackness beyond remained still. Or did it? Fear had a way of making the mind play tricks on a person.

A loud knocking on the door got her heart racing even more. She ran to the bedroom window and peered through the curtains. Relief flooded through her when she saw the cruiser and she then hung up from the dispatcher.

Tossing the phone on the bed, she ran to open the door. “Oh, thank God!”

She stepped aside so that the two officers could enter her home.

“Evening, ma’am. Someone smashed a window?” asked one of the officers as Melissa disabled the alarm.

Melissa nodded, still shaking like crazy. “I don’t know which one yet. I just know it sounded like it came from the living room. I was in bed reading when it happened and I grabbed my phone and called you, plus my stun gun as well. I was afraid to leave the bedroom until I heard you at the door.”

Melissa lit up the living room and there it was. The front window had been shattered. Particles of glass were strewn about the area. On the floor. On part of the couch. In part of a potted palm.

The officers went over to inspect the scene.

“Do you guys know I have a case open right now?”

“No, ma’am. We don’t.”

Figures, Melissa thought to herself with frustration, knowing she would have to start from the beginning. As quickly as she could, she filled them in.

“So you think it’s a former patient of yours?” asked a red-haired guy named B. Shultz.

“Probably,” Melissa said with a nod.

“And she lived here?”

Melissa saw the surprise and confusion on the officer’s face as to why a patient would be living with her. “It was special circumstances, given the accident and all that she’d lost,” she quickly explained.

“But if this Katie Nyland that the Roseville officer told you didn’t exist is unable to walk, then how do you explain this or why she would even want to do this to you?” asked the other officer, P. Rhodes.

Melissa felt her frustration turning to anger. She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm. “As I told you, I think someone’s helping her.”

“But why?”

“That’s the million-dollar question. If anyone can ever catch her, or whoever really is responsible if it’s not her, then maybe we can finally ask them why they’re terrorizing me and my property.”

“Do you have anyone you might consider an enemy or that might consider you an enemy to them?”

“I didn’t think so. As I said before, given how Katie, or whatever her name is, up and disappeared so quickly, she’s the only one I can think of that’s behind this.”

The officers took notes, pictures of the crime scene, and called someone out to board the window until it could be fixed properly.

“Assuming you don’t want to stay here tonight, which is understandable, have you any other place to go?”

Melissa nodded, and the officers stayed with her while she gathered her stuff and then secured the place as best she could, glad she had no pets at the moment.

Not wanting to bother her friends so late at night, she checked herself into a hotel. Hey, why not? She had more privacy this way and she could easily afford it. She may have lost a lot of money, thanks to Katie, but she still made plenty of money sitting around listening to people bitch about their problems all day.


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