A moment later, the door opened, revealing a woman she had never seen before, but it was one who was wearing an outfit that she herself would have worn earlier that day. She even had a noticeable lack of make-up, making her look very plain. Ugh, what a prude, she thought, wrinkling her nose. Wait, what did she just think?
"Can I help you?" The woman said, looking her over with suspicion.
"I live here," she said.
"Beg pardon," the stranger said. "Who are you?"
"Mom...I think that's the crazy woman who called me earlier," a voice said from inside. One she recognized from the phone. "I recognize the voice."
"Look, I don't know who you are..." Susan said. "But I don't think you belong here."
The feeling that the woman was right felt strong, but she fought it. "Do you think you belong here?" She asked.
"What sort of a question is that?" she demanded. Susan hadn't felt particularly sure of what was going on, but this woman was dressed like a harlot and was barely making sense.
"I mean...I lived here..."
"You mean, you used to live here?" Susan asked her.
"I can't explain it...I mean...are you sure none of this seems familiar."
"What I'm sure of is if you don't go away, I'm going to call the police and let them sort it out."
Laura stared at her. "Police? For doing what? you're the one who doesn't belong here, you...you...stuck up bitch. Why don't you get that stick out of your ass and actually listen to what I'm..."
The woman slammed the door in her face.
Inside, Susan returned to Krystal. "I'm going to look out the window, and if she isn't leaving, I'm calling the police," she said. Focused as she was on the threat to the house and Krystal, she'd completely pushed aside the mystery of what was going on.
Outside, Laura was confused, suddenly wondering if she'd somehow gotten her own address wrong. She started back to her car, another address popping into her head.
