As I unlocked and threw open my flat's entrance door with a loud creak, a strange feeling of fear took hold of my nerves with the hair pulling at the nape of my neck. The moment I walked into my flat, I knew something was seriously wrong. Aida, my adorable cat had entered ahead of me and she was halfway across the room before she realized I wasn't following. I stopped a couple of paces through the door standing rigid and kept searching the room with my eyes. Aida with her huge black furry flesh invisible in the darkness of the room turned her radiant query yellow eyes in my direction and I clearly knew what those eyes meant.
There were no signs of disturbance nor was there anything unusual to hear. And yet the feeling of wrongness remained sharp and urgent. Through the recent years, I developed a kind of protective sixth sense and learnt to trust it. I shut the door and turned back to face the room in the dim light of the streetlights passing through my glass windows. I opened the closet and looked under the bed making sure that no intruder still being on the premises. Meanwhile Aida went into the kitchen and returned with her assuring eyes that it was alright. The bathroom was also empty and undisturbed. So were the kitchen and the rear porch.
I wondered "How could somebody get in, with everything locked up tight?" There was absolutely nothing missing. I made another slow search of couch, end tables, coffee table, recliner, bookshelves, desk. As I turned away with a frown it suddenly stuck my head---The recliner.
The chair`s footrest was not normal...it was pushed in, out of sight. I always leave the footrest part way out. My heart panicked and why would an intruder be messing around my chair....? "Oh God", I said aloud, and the hair pulled again along my neck. I moved over to it and looked under it.
Two sticks of dynamite wired together with some kind of detonator plate on top and it was resting on chair`s inner springs. What I was looking at was a bomb. I didn`t hear any ticking and that means the weight of the person settling on to the chair would depress the plate and explode the dynamite!!
I rushed out of the flat in hysteria of panic to inform this to a police officer who stays across the street and I took the steps rather than the lift in haste. I knocked on his door so hard and loud that made the entire family of his wife, his mother and his son (about 3yrs of age) standing through the entrance door with their mouths wide open even before I said what happened. I didn`t know when this sense of humour plunged into me as I imagined how wide their mouths go open when they hear my plight. At this picture of them in my head I started to laugh hysterically that made the family dumbstruck. His wife sensing that something was seriously wrong kissed her son and sent him to his room. His grandmother frowned and left the three of us standing there with sweat running down my head and the couple in tension.
It took me a moment to frame my words and as I`m about to rush the words to them ****BHOOOOOOOM**** it was really big f***king bang, then the sound of debris collapsing and little bits of debris softly sprinkling down around, which sounded like a mix between heavy rain and sand falling.
I said it out loud " Damn ! Aida-my cat " !!
