Safe Passage

Here is the beginning of a story I'm writing


The men came through the front door without a sound. The only reason I knew that they were there was that I saw them through the doorway of the den. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have known. I didn’t believe my eyes, as it was, due to the silence. Once they passed the doorway, and were out of sight, it was as if they had not existed.

I hesitated for a moment before getting up from the desk and going to the door to look down the hallway in the direction they had gone. I was not surprised that I saw no one. I wondered for a moment how many men I had seen go by. I settled for three. I turned around and went to the front door. It was locked. Either they were polite and had locked it behind themselves, or it had never been unlocked. At the time the only sound I had heard was the fan in my laptop. I looked at the screen and was surprised to see several lines of the letter ‘k’:
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk
kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk|

The cursor was blinking at the end. Had I fallen asleep for a moment or had I simply been distracted by them going by. I had the eerie feeling you get when the line between reality and non-reality gets blurred. Could I have transitioned from a dream to reality without noticing? Frankly, any of the possibilities were unsettling.