"Jack, did you hear something?"
"No."
"Are you sure? I'm sure I think I heard something at the back."
"Tom, you're just hearing things. Why don't you get me a beer and make yourself useful?"
"No, seriously, listen!" Tom said with a serious expression.
Jack frowned and quieted down. Soon, both men heard scratching noises near the door. Tom stood up and signaled for Jack to grab the baseball bat at the corner of the room. Between the two of them, Jack had a sturdier build and was proficient in street fights.
Jack positioned himself at the back of the door and nodded to his friend. Living in the countryside had made them experience a lot of things.
Tom opened the door slightly to take a peek. He was still holding a bottle of beer in his hand and he could use it as a weapon if needs be.
His initial sweep found nothing, so he opened the door to take a better look outside. Suddenly, a hand grabbed his neck and pulled him outside.
