The Knocking on the Door

The light of the day was misleading. There was no light this day, only fear.

“Kids,” Gerry whispered, “close your blinds. I’m going to hold the door shut. Your mother will take care of the dog. No noise. Those creatures out there cannot hear us. I love you all.

As the family went on to their tasks, the knocking began. At first on the door. Then the windows. Then the siding and the garage door. Louder and louder. Faster and faster.

“Won’t they leave, dad?” a child cried.

“The HOA wants every family at the block party. We’re not going.”

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