Out-Brake

I knocked three times. There was no answer at the door, so I knocked three more times. . . Still no answer.

I turn and head to my vehicle, grab the key she lent me, and head back to the front door. I knock another three times. . . Still silent. She's home, she called me to come over thirty minutes earlier. Odd enough the front porch light was flickering? We fixed that yesterday.

I put the key in the hole and open the door to her zore-that's been trashed? Every light that is on is flickering. The bookshelves, cabinets and other shelves have been tossed around along with the stuff on them.

The items on the mantle are in a different room strolled across the floor. The flat screen has almost been split in two, lying on the floor in front of the fireplace. Glass from the TV, glasses, plates, and other glass items are broken and all over the floor.