CHAIRPERSON
My sister, Kim, and I were the only people, other than my father, in the house on the night he was killed.  She and I were asleep in our bedroom, which was at the front of 32 Dalton Avenue.   At around half past midnight, I was woken up by the sound of my father in the hallway adjacent to our room.   The house was dark.   I heard him asking, "Who's there?".   I didn't hear what had prompted him to ask this.   I don't know whether it was someone calling to him, or someone making noise on the stoep, or in the driveway outside.   He repeated the question, "Who is there?" and received no reply.