Of course its just a fantasy

You sighed deeply, waking up in the middle of the night has not done your brain much good. Or mayby its just the adrenaline? Either way you've risked far to much allready. its time to initialise the plan. You quickly snuck away from the window and back towards the door. where you took a few deep breaths to calm your nerves before taking a position where you where ready to close the door and then run like hell.

Taking one last breath: you took off. Immediatly jumping up and closing the distance to your door in mere moments successfully slamming it closed. The sudden loud sound echoing loudly in the silent night. Scaring even yourself, but the suprise you felt was peanutes compared to what the burglar must have felt as she let out some vulgar words.

You didn't care though, as you were allready sprinting across the field to old man Benson. In what must have been less than a minute, but what felt like hours you reached your neighbourghs house. A journey that would normally take you about 10 minutes of walking.

As your legs burned you nearly smashed yourself into the door. After several seconds of doorbell mashing and door smashing the assaulted door finally opened. In the doorway stood Old man Benson, wearing some pink pajama's that once belonged to his wife, his face scrunched up with concern

"Junior? Whats the matter? You should come inside or you'll catch a cold"

You needed a few seconds to catch your breath before you managed to squeel out "Thief"

Benson merely nodded "Come inside, i'll go call the police"

You followed gratefully, glad to be out of the cold and back into safety of 4 walls.

A few minutes Later you were wrapped in a warm blanket when the police knocked on the door. They had apparantly caught the burglar as she was trying to climb out the very window you had escaped from. You quickly gave your story to the police but they didn't need much. This person was apparently responsible for all the robbery's around here and they had been trying to catch them for a while now.

You slept the night at Old man Benson's house, but returned to your house the next evening. Luckily nothing had been stolen, but the image of that woman had firmly imbedded itself into your memory. And what once where paranoid filled nights had been transformed into equally sleepless nights fantasising about the possibilities.

Ending 2: Tempted