[ WP ] You return home from work and your girlfriend is not home . You text her `` where are you ? '' and she responds `` Im home , where are you ? ''

I searched the house with haste, opening closets and cabinets, checking under the bed, looking inside of the small garage. It felt like a ridiculous game of hide and seek. 
 
 The house was empty. 
 
 I texted her back asking, `` I ca n't find you, are you hiding from me?'' I waited patiently for a response. The digital clock on the nightstand next to our burgundy colored bed illuminated the otherwise dark room with a bright blue light. The colon separating the four numbers blinking every second, adding and subtracting light as it pleased. 
 
 After waiting twenty minutes, the ridiculous notion that I might not be in our home crawled inside of my mind and made camp. I walked outside to see if I was indeed inside of our house, despite my key working on the locks and the inside of the house looking identical to what we had in our home. 
 
 Sure enough, the house was the same as the one we bought together six years ago when she got a job in the city. I looked down the row of houses on either side of the street, each accompanied with a tree or two that were blowing gently in the evening breeze. The sky had turned a dark purple and I knew that it was eventually going to be dark out, so I walked around the neighborhood briefly before giving up and walking back into the house. 
 
 My phone buzzed and my heart leaped. I grabbed my phone and viewed the message. 
 
 `` I'm cold.'' 
 
 The worry began to set in. *She hates cryptic messages and conversations as much as I do, why would she be so vague now? * The thought wrapped slowly around my head like a hat in the winter. Instead of asking why, I began trying to answer what. 
 
 *She's cold, but it's sixty outside. The wind is n't that strong, so it should n't be that much of an issue. * I calculated where she could possibly based off of the sole information of being cold, but nothing came to mind. My phone vibrated loudly in my hand. 
 
 `` It's dark. I'm scared.'' 
 
 `` Honey, where are you?'' I replied. An unsettling anxiety gripped my stomach as my heart raced in a panic. 
 
 `` Help me.'' 
 
 The panic gripped tightly. In tears I answered, `` Baby, this is n't funny. You're scaring me and I'm worried. Where are you?'' 
 
 No response came. 
 
 I paced quickly in the living room. I had to figure it out with little information I was given. I paced until I felt there was a rut in the floor when I remembered what she first said, `` I'm home, where are you?'' She was in the house and cold. 
 
 I ran before I thought. It was obvious, so very obvious where she was. 
 
 My heart raced as I sprinted down the stairs into the basement. My mind was blank as I reached for the tiny freezer door and ripped it open.
