BFF 300 word challenge

Penny walked into the kitchen, screamed and ran. She forced a chair under the door-handle, temporary relief at best. Alone in the house, all doors and windows barred against intruders, she'd been unprepared for the one already inside. Now she was was trapped; the only phone in the kitchen and the single set of keys upstairs on her bedside table... in case she needed them during a home invasion at night!

Choices. She could hear movement behind her, puzzled, thoughtful pacing behind the kitchen door. A shadow passed back and forth, strobing the light beneath. She unconsciously echoed it, thinking. If she went upstairs the intruder could be out and waiting for her when she came back down – the only exits were on the ground floor – but if she tried to break through one of the windows, could she break the thick wooden bars, so pretty, so impractical, before her unwanted visitor got out?

A tentative bulge in the jammed door decided her. He wanted out, and so did she. She fled up the stairs, slammed her bedroom door at the instant of rending wood and racing feet below, and shoved her bed against it. She snatched the keys from the table and paused. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She threw up the sash, cringing at the battering against the door, the snarling voice without, edged onto the window-sill and jumped.

The snow broke her fall. The forgotten garden seat broke her leg. She whimpered, began dragging herself to the gate, heard the immense thump behind her. Her hand fell from the gate latch, tangled in his thick grey fur as her husband's teeth sank into her throat. Mum had said there was something odd about Malcolm. If only she'd known what...