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so calling would be the next best thing.
He made the calls, and each time all he heard was the rings. There's no way that she could be gone this early in the morning.
Suddenly a thought appeared in Dennis' head: he remembered his mother telling him that her next door neighbor had a copy of her house key just in case there was ever an emergency.
Without hesitating, Dennis jumped in his car and began his adventure back to his mother's house.

Looking at his watch, Dennis saw that it was nine eighteen. Sure, it was early and the neighbors were all probably still sleeping, he knew that he would have to wake them, whether they'd be pleased or not.
"Hi, Mr. Russell, I'm so sorry for stopping by so early in the morning, but I'm Dennis Seigel, Tracey's son. Well, I stopped by my mother's house earlier, and I got no answer. Then I tried to call her and still I got no answer. I remember her telling me that you had a spare key. If it wouldn't be any trouble, I'd appreciate it if you could loan me the key so I could get into the house."
"Yeah, sure. Hold on a second." Roger Russell answered. He obviously wasn't one much for conversation at the early hours of the day.
Two minutes later he returned with the key.
"Here, just bring it back after you do what you need to do. But make sure it isn't so damn early."
"Thank you. I am sorry about waking you so early."
Before Dennis had a chance to finish his apology, Roger slammed the door. Dennis then anxiously raced across the yard and onto the front porch of his mother's house. I can't wait to surprise her, Dennis said to himself as he slipped the key into the lock.
The door opened, and there was complete silence. Dennis closed the door behind him and made his way through the foyer. He passed the dining room, and then the living room, not even noticing the computer screen.
Then he reached the horror. As he walked into where the hallway opens up to the kitchen and the stairs, he saw his mother lying there, as still as can be. His mouth hung open, and he felt his eyes water up.
He wanted to run up to the body, but he couldn't control his movements. He wanted to take a step, but it seemed that he couldn't,
Tears were running down his cheeks, and he then dropped to his knees. He put his head in his hands and began to cry hysterically.
About fifteen minutes later when he regained enough control of himself, he called an ambulance.
Jim Ramsey arrived about five minutes after the paramedics, to find Dennis sitting on the front

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