First Campaigner Challenge

This week, the campaign challenge is to write a 200 word story/poem/essay/whatever starting with "The door swung open" and ending (optional) with "The door swung shut." My entry is below.

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The door swung open a smidge and there they were.
Her husband and Linda, laughing it up in Sharon’s kitchen. She sank back on her haunches, her fingers closing around a rock. Her best friend had another think coming if she thought she could move in on Rick.
Sharon tensed as a car pulled into her drive. She knew it belonged to her kidnappers, aka Marge and Bert, her neighbors. They’d spirited her away on some pretext this evening but Sharon had seen through that. She knew something was up.
And now she had proof.
“Sharon!” hissed Marge. “Oh Bert, I think we lost her. Rick is going to be so mad.”
“We’ll find her,” Bert said. Sharon considered diving into the shrubs as he neared but it was too late. Bert’s beefy face lit up when he spotted her.
“Here she is!” he told Marge. “She outsmarted us. I guess the game is up.”
“It sure is,” Sharon said, rising.
“Honey, we should go in first,” Marge said. But Sharon shook her head.
“I already know what’s going on,” she said and stepped inside.
“Surprise!” the huge crowd of people yelled. Sharon’s jaw dropped as the door swung shut.