VolusSpectre

Knock, knock, knock. “Who could that be at this hour?” you wonder. You walk towards the door slowly, unsure of what you will find waiting for you. Your hands shake as your grasp the dusty brass doorknob, wincing as it creaks when you twist it. With a deep breath, you pull open the door. Goosebumps spread across your flesh as the cool night air leaks in. “Hello,” says the hooded stranger standing on your porch. “H-Hello?” you stutter, confused as to why this unkown visitor is here at such an hour of the night. “Die now,” demands the stranger. You are not sure whether you should be afraid