"How could you leave the door wide open like that Vee?" I was just confused by grandma's question.
"But it wasn't me" I answered to free myself from the accusation.
Grandma paused, rushed and locked the door, checked every corner of the house.
"You didn't see him right?" she asked.
This short story is a 50 words microfiction story with prompt "it wasn't me" inspired by 
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