Knock, Knock.

I shiver upstairs, hearing my trick-or-treater friends retreat for the night. They dared me to sleep in this house, alone with its midnight groans.

Black silence outside, then a slow knock… knock… knock…

The front door opens with a creak. More knocking echoes up the stairs. Or is it footsteps? I creep into the hall and peer down. The wind blows through the open door. Only shadows dance on the floorboards below.

Making my way down, I tentatively place my hand on the door and swing it closed.

“I have you now,” a voice rasps behind me.