The Woman From Hell

Just as I was searching, I suddenly heard a sound coming from downstairs.

Brows furrowed, I went downstairs. The main door was open, and there was someone slapping it and shouting outside, "Does a Wanda Lane live here? Please open the door. I have something to speak to you about." Who was it?

I moved forward cautiously. Fortunately, the door was still intact. That person probably would not trespass into the house. Perhaps if I kept quiet, they would think that no one was home and would leave on their own. Thinking this, I kept quiet and made sure my movement was light as I was afraid that the people outside might hear me.

"Stop pretending. I know you're in there. Come out!"

The slapping and calling made my heartbeat quicken. It was as if my heart would beat out of my chest.

My heart shook every time the person struck the door.

Just who was it?

I tiptoed to the patio, the surrounding flowers shaking slightly because of the slaps on the door.

I wanted to see who was knocking on the door through the peephole, but before I managed to get close, the deafening knocking and shouting made me flinch.

Or

on the door, he was not the only one there but the leader

a one-month period, so it probably was not her who sent them to intimidate

deliberation, this

answered the door despite you knocking so long. That means she's definitely not back yet. Why

moment that was said, the tough voice yelled at them, "Don't meddle in other people's business, or I'll teach you a

one dared complain anymore after that remark was made. They closed their windows one by one to wisely protect themselves. "Wanda Lane, I'm going to count to ten. If you don't come out, I'll kick the door down. Don't blame me for being rude

of the countdown, I

the living room and locked the door leading to it before calling the

hanging up the call, I held the phone in my hands and held it to my chest. The person had already counted to seven and seemed to be gearing up

a sudden, "Hey! What are you guys doing at other people's doors? Throwing out harassment and threats? I've already called the police.

The voice sounded young.

lucky. Let's

he was leading his