The Little Black Book

It was a dark and gloomy Sunday morning. The sun was nowhere in the sky. With no sun shining through, it was as dark as the night and quiet as the day.

She woke up to the sound of thunder and a room filled with darkness. While starting to wake, she felt strange and a little disoriented. Squinch went her eyes. Confused went her face. It was as if she was in a world of deep thought and confusion.

Still unsure about what happened the night before, up went her arms. Open went her mouth. She yawns as if she was letting go of everything that happened the night before. As she flicked on her lamp, light filled the room. She felt so tired but not for sure why. It's as if the whole night was a total blur. In a world of confusion and disbelief, a memory popped through her mind. The memory was not as deep, yet it was there. The feeling that she felt was a bit out of character, but she did remember something. She remembers someone coming home with her but not for sure who. She remembers letting them in. Not much else.

She looked to the right of her bed in hopes of someone not being there. It looked as if someone was, but there was no one to be seen. Hmmm, she thought, as she started to stretched some more. She then turned her head to the left with a slight yawn. There she spotted, "A little black book." Confused as to why it was on her nightstand, Hmmmm, went her mind and her thoughts. "Why was it there?". "Where did it come from?" she asked herself. "Did I bring it home with me last night?" "Who was with me?" "Who is he?" "Maybe she?" She thought. "Did They leave it here?" The more she thought, the more confused she became. WHAT HAPPENED is the question Sheila Cooper is asking herself and wants to remember.

Shaking her head and giving it no more thought, her stomach starts to growl. She went to the fridge to see what breakfast she could make. Realizing there were no eggs, she needs to go to the corner market. She wouldn't have a complete breakfast without them.

The corner market was down the street and not too far from her place. It was something like your Moms and Pops or your old neighborhood One Stop and Shop Market. It had a little booth in the back by the window where you could sit to have some coffee while reading the newspaper. Nothing fancy, but it supplied her needs.

Before getting dressed, she looked out the window and noticed that the sky was grey and gloomy. "Was it about to rain?" Maybe just cloudy, she thought. Seeing as the rain has yet to fall, she figures that she could make it. On her way out the door, instead of grabbing her umbrella, she grabs her raincoat. She locks up, walks down the stairs, and head to the store.

As she walks, there was a big thunder. The rain came pouring down. Splash splash. The sound of rain. Puddles splashes as the cars were driving by. Patter the sound of the rain as she continues to walk. Not too far from the market, she notices something to her right. Squinching her eyes as she moves closer, she picks it up. To her surprise, it was a little black book.

"Did someone lose it?" was the first thing that pops into her mind. Or could it be the same black book as the one from her apartment?". Could it just be a coincidence? Is someone playing a game? She decides to put the book in her raincoat pocket and continue to the store. The store was just a hop and a skip away.

As she enters the store, "How are you doing today, Miss Sheila? asks the cashier clerk."It has been a strange day", she replied.

She decides to have a seat at the booth along with a cup of coffee. She removes her hood drenched in rainwater and wipes her face. With mascara dripping down her face, she reaches into her pocket and takes the black book out. As she was about to open it.BOOM!! "How are you today Miss. Copper?" Tommy asks. He is the son of the store owner. Shocked and a little startled, she asks him to bring her some coffee."1 crème. 2 sugars." she requests.

As he walks off, she decides to continue to investigate the little black book. As she opens it, she notices there was something in the pocket of the fold. It was money. No identification of any kind. No means of where it came. So, she decided to count the money.

$20,000 is what she counts. Distraught and confused. She wonders. "Could it have dropped out of someone's pocket?" "Is someone looking for it?" "Should I go to the police?" "Should I keep it?" So many questions with little to no answers.

After drinking her coffee and grabbing what she needs from the store, she heads home. Once home, she hangs up her raincoat, sits the food down, and heads to her bedroom. As she walks over to the nightstand, the little book was no longer there. Can someone be playing a trick on me?" Am I losing my mind? How could this be?

KNOCK,KNOCK,KNOCK! The sound of someone banging on the door.

As she stood there, trembling and shaking, trying to figure out what was going on. KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK! On the door, she heard again. She slowly walks out of the bedroom afraid, yet scared to death. Her eyes are pondering. Her mind is wondering. She slowly walks towards the door. Her legs are barely moving but moving enough. But before she could reach the door. KNOCK,KNOCK,KNOCK!Then stop went her heart.

It was a dark and gloomy Sunday. Shelia Cooper's heart was pounding. She stood frozen in place. Her mind stuck in time. KNOCK!KNOCK!KNOCK! The sound on the door.

Little did she know... 11:59 AM...WOULD BE HER LAST TIME.