The Pendant

You jolt awake to some noise off in the distance. You look at your red-lettered clock: 3:21. You hear the noise again. Someone’s knocking on your door.
There’s no reason to be afraid, you remind yourself, but you can’t imagine any reason why someone would be up this late. You quietly walk over to the door.
“Hello?”
Knock, knock, knock.
“H-hello? Are you home?”
Knock, knock, knock.
“I… please be home… hello?”
She mumbles something.
“I need your help!”
Knock, knock, knock.
You recognize her voice and look out the window. It’s your neighbor; she’s wearing her pajamas and some shining pendant around her neck. She sees you.
“Oh!”
She looks afraid at first, and then puts on a worried smile.
“I.. can I use your phone? I need to come in.”
"Why can’t you use your phone?"
“Mine is brok-”
She pauses.
“…I think someone’s inside my house.”
You pause for a moment to look at the fear on her face.
When you open the door it slowly dawns on you…
Whoever it is isn’t inside her house, he’s behind her, and what’s shining by her neck isn’t a pendant.
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