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Isabelle,
strands from her bun now falling in her face, makeup smeared,all feelings drained from the long day,
walked into her spacious, modern, two-bedroom one bath, house. The house she had her eye on for the past two years, waiting to spring when it finally went up for rent, the house she over works to pay for, yes THAT house. Isabelle sometimes regrets having to take two jobs to pay on it, but all she has to do is think of the fantastic dance parties shes had to silence the regrets. Plus! It won't be long until she's done with college and she will have only One high paying job.

Keys still in hand, barely holding her purse only to let it drop next to the couch. She thinks to herself which t.v dinner she'd take out of the freezer that night. It was between the creamy chicken with steamed broccoli or the tender pork chop with mashed potatoes. Neither seemed appetizing but she was leaning towards the chicken. Everyone knows that frozen micro-waved mashed potatoes tastes like flavored sand. And she definitely wasn't in the mood for tough pork and grits.

In the kitchen, freezer opened, she takes out the colorful cardboard box.
*tink*
*tink* *tank* *bink* *tong*
Frozen in time, isabelle listens. Cold mist slowly drifts from the opened freezer. isabelle racks her brain trying to match the faint song to Anything electronic in her house. nothing. Not one thing in her house, cell, computer, t.v. Nothing.. makes that same sound. it was a pretty sounding song, it made you think of a jewelry box with one of those cute little ballerinas on it. Something in herself was telling her to see where the trail of music leads. but the other part of her brain was screaming run.
*tink* *tink* *tank* *bink* *tong*
The twinkling of the music box, just wound, sounds faint, coming from somewhere down the hall. Her breath is caught in take-in mode, only her parents had a key to her house, for emergencies and accidental lock outs, which she was very proud to say hasn't happened yet. She thinks of who ELSE can possibly be in her house... A stalker perhaps? A murderer? A killer of some sort could be in her house! How long has he been here? How in the world did he GET IN????!
Trying very hard not to hyperventilate, she thinks of her dead cell phone and wishing to high heaven that it wasn't so. Why didn't she put it on her car charger on her way from work? why why why??? Mentally kicking herself, "this was no time to freak out" she says to her brain as she focuses on just breathing for a minute or so. Isabelle makes her way over to the couch where her ivory  purse is. Silently digging through it to find the tazer,  human bug zapper, as she would like to call it. holding the tazer as if it were a dagger in her hands, she notices the tings of the music box are not as fast as when they first started.
*tink*..*tink*..*tank*...*bink*...*tong*
Making her way down the hall she hides to the side of the first doorway, listens. Nope not this room. she looks in anyways, trying to adjust to the darkness, nothing in the room seemed out of the ordinary.  "Was the closet door opened or closed when she first left the house this morning? She was sure that it was closed..Yes, yes it was closed. Man its like i can't think straight" she thought to herself.
On to the next room. Growing more afraid with every small step toward the person she might find.

Well, nothing different in the bathroom. "Did the shower curtain just move slightly??? No, no, calm down, it was just the light shadows from the kitchen... right?" She thought as she moved to the last room.

Slowly stepping in the doorway, isabelle turns on the light quickly. Jumping up from the bed is a man coming at her!! She thrusts the plastic black box to his chest and presses the small red button *ZAAAPPPPPPPP*  "hmm.. he  looks kinda familiar" was the thought right before she closed her eyes and pushed the electrified weapon in front of her.

There... lying on the floor ..in convulsions, is her oldest brother, Kevin. He just came back from Italy with a present for her. ... "eheh.. oops."

Description
Isabelle,
strands from her bun now falling in her face, makeup smeared,all feelings drained from the long day,
walked into her spacious, modern, two-bedroom one bath, house. The house she had her eye on for the past two years, waiting to spring when it finally went up for rent, the house she over works to pay for, yes THAT house. Isabelle sometimes regrets having to take two jobs to pay on it, but all she has to do is think of the fantastic dance parties shes had to silence the regrets. Plus! It won't be long until she's done with college and she will have only One high paying job.

Keys still in hand, barely holding her purse only to let it drop next to the couch. She thinks to herself which t.v dinner she'd take out of the freezer that night. It was between the creamy chicken with steamed broccoli or the tender pork chop with mashed potatoes. Neither seemed appetizing but she was leaning towards the chicken. Everyone knows that frozen micro-waved mashed potatoes tastes like flavored sand. And she definitely wasn't in the mood for tough pork and grits.

In the kitchen, freezer opened, she takes out the colorful cardboard box.
*tink*
*tink* *tank* *bink* *tong*
Frozen in time, isabelle listens. Cold mist slowly drifts from the opened freezer. isabelle racks her brain trying to match the faint song to Anything electronic in her house. nothing. Not one thing in her house, cell, computer, t.v. Nothing.. makes that same sound. it was a pretty sounding song, it made you think of a jewelry box with one of those cute little ballerinas on it. Something in herself was telling her to see where the trail of music leads. but the other part of her brain was screaming run.
*tink* *tink* *tank* *bink* *tong*
The twinkling of the music box, just wound, sounds faint, coming from somewhere down the hall. Her breath is caught in take-in mode, only her parents had a key to her house, for emergencies and accidental lock outs, which she was very proud to say hasn't happened yet. She thinks of who ELSE can possibly be in her house... A stalker perhaps? A murderer? A killer of some sort could be in her house! How long has he been here? How in the world did he GET IN????!
Trying very hard not to hyperventilate, she thinks of her dead cell phone and wishing to high heaven that it wasn't so. Why didn't she put it on her car charger on her way from work? why why why??? Mentally kicking herself, "this was no time to freak out" she says to her brain as she focuses on just breathing for a minute or so. Isabelle makes her way over to the couch where her ivory  purse is. Silently digging through it to find the tazer,  human bug zapper, as she would like to call it. holding the tazer as if it were a dagger in her hands, she notices the tings of the music box are not as fast as when they first started.
*tink*..*tink*..*tank*...*bink*...*tong*
Making her way down the hall she hides to the side of the first doorway, listens. Nope not this room. she looks in anyways, trying to adjust to the darkness, nothing in the room seemed out of the ordinary.  "Was the closet door opened or closed when she first left the house this morning? She was sure that it was closed..Yes, yes it was closed. Man its like i can't think straight" she thought to herself.
On to the next room. Growing more afraid with every small step toward the person she might find.

Well, nothing different in the bathroom. "Did the shower curtain just move slightly??? No, no, calm down, it was just the light shadows from the kitchen... right?" She thought as she moved to the last room.

Slowly stepping in the doorway, isabelle turns on the light quickly. Jumping up from the bed is a man coming at her!! She thrusts the plastic black box to his chest and presses the small red button *ZAAAPPPPPPPP*  "hmm.. he  looks kinda familiar" was the thought right before she closed her eyes and pushed the electrified weapon in front of her.

There... lying on the floor ..in convulsions, is her oldest brother, Kevin. He just came back from Italy with a present for her. ... "eheh.. oops."