A while ago I was in a horror movie, but it was a slightly odd horror movie.
It wasn’t a dark and stormy night, instead it was a crisp early morning and it all started when I felt a chill down my spine.
As I went through my morning routine I heard rustles outside. In most horror movies people would’ve gone outside to check, not me. I just stayed inside and locked the doors.
As I picked up the keys to my car, three loud knocks jolted my attention.
“Knock, knock,” came the call from behind the door.
I stood frozen as my gaze fell to the door.
“You’re supposed to say ‘Who’s there’,” came the voice from behind the door.
“But I know who’s there. Marco you’re in front of a glass door. I can see right though it. Now, can we go? Or do you insist on playing this game again?”