Portrait of Fear

I shuddered, remembering the body I had seen bobbing in the surf the day before. From my bedroom window, I gazed out over the bay as the fog welled up - like a dead man's ghost. Suddenly, the cat dashed from my bedroom to the staircase, and, inexplicably hopped over the first step. I looked down. There, tautly strung across the stair, was a fine wire. It was obviously intended to send me crashing down the stairs. I was not alone! There was someone else here - someone who wanted me dead....