A banging sound echoes through the air in the house as I try to wipe the sleepiness from my eyes. I glance over at the clock on my nightstand. It is only eight o’clock.
“Who in the world is knocking on my door this early in the morning on a Sunday?”
Sluggishly, I get up out of bed and make my way out the room and down the stairs. Yawning the whole way, I walk over to the front door and open it. To my surprise though, no one is standing there.
“Huh? That’s weird. I could have sworn I heard someone knocking on the door.”
I shrug my shoulders, closing the door and relocking it. Slowly, I turn to make my way up the stairs again. A sudden knock sounds echoes throughout the house once more, stopping me in my tracks. I turn toward the back door in confusion. The knock occurs again.
'Why would anyone be knocking at my back door right now?'
I sigh and walk over to the glass doors. I reach out my hand to pull the curtains aside, but pause when I hear his voice.
