The Caller

The doorbell rang at 4.38am. The innocuous “ding-dong” took on a menacing timbre. I was instantly afraid. Nothing good rings at 4.38am.

It rang again. Slowly approaching the door, I made out the dark figure of a man behind the glass. It’s 5.47am now. He’s still there.

I’ll never leave.

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