Someone knocks at your door in the middle of the night.
They are very young and ex.
You breathe a sigh of relief, shrugging off the peculiar feelings.
You are puzzled as to why such young children are out by alone at night, but you see no reason to fear them.
You brush the feeling aside as you look out the peephole and see your late night visitors are just a pair of young children.
As you stumble forward in the darkness, a strange feeling comes over your-a sense of danger, of caution.
Someone knocks at your door in the middle of the night