The rain was pounding outside, the crashes of thunder and flashes of lightning were bringing a glimpse of daylight. The power was out, and I was stumbling around trying to light as many candles as I could find. Happy Halloween I thought to myself, as I trudged into the kitchen to find a lighter. The wind was picking up now, and the old windows in the house were alive with gentle whistles as the air seeped through, soon even keeping the candles lit was a chore. I decided I would try and find a flashlight in the basement.
I only got about three steps down, and there was pounding at the door. Poor soul, car must have gotten stuck. Upon opening the door I was greeted by the eerie darkness, not a person in sight. “Stupid kids,” I was muttering, “on a night like tonight no less. What kind of parent..” But my thought was interrupted by a pounding at the back door, now I was getting angry. I got to the back door, and slowly peeked out. Only the most faint of movements was caught just out of sight. I opened the door and yelled, “Get back here you little..”, again pounding at the front.
Considering myself above average intelligence, I decided I would beat them at their own game and I stepped outside into the darkness of the back door. The lightning would offer brief glimpses of the neighborhood, but the thunder drowned out any sound. I peered through the dark, waiting for my prey thinking, “These kids will get a great Halloween scare. I wonder if they will cry?”.
But my moment would not come. All the storm and wind was raging, and I stood as motionless as I could waiting, just waiting.
The next pounding came from inside the back door, and I jumped off the porch. Now, soaking wet, I knew I had to fend off the intruder, instinctively I reached for my phone, but it was in the house. I tore open the back door and jumped inside, but there was no one there, just me and several candles half lit and half out, and the house began to smell like a fire that was snuffed too soon.
The smoke was settling all around the house, and soon the wind from the windows was spreading it through out the house. All night it continued, the banging and pounding, banging and pounding. All the same, no one was ever there. The storm continued to show no mercy, and I drifted off to sleep.
I awoke to a glorious morning, and discovered my house had been ransacked. My belongings were scattered around, as if the wind itself had invaded my privacy. But there were no candles around, someone had stolen my candles. “Little brats, must have gotten in somehow,” I checked the back door which was wide open with the morning sun, and there on the porch were my candles arranged to spell out “knock knock.” I was speechless and terrified, and I walked to check the front door, again more candles “who’s there.” I was chuckling out loud, after all that just a silly prank. Until I heard the faint hot breath on the back of my neck with the answer, “not you”. And everything went black.