Knocks in the Dark

Midnight. Home alone. A knock at the door. Not the wind. Harder.

Deliberate. Someone's out there. I pressed my eye against the peephole and saw a figure

standing in the shadows just beyond the porch light. I didn't recognize them.

Every instinct told me to stay quiet, pretend I wasn't home. But then the knocking

moved. From the front door to the side of the house. Then the back door.

My stomach dropped. Whoever this was, they were circling my house. I checked every

lock, every window, hands shaking. My phone showed no signal.

Zero bars. How was that even possible? I thought about calling the police