Walking to get the door she could already sense that something is wrong.....yeah.....something is wrong. Her conscience is telling her to stop. She want to stop but her body was moving on its own as if she was being controlled. Her hand held the handle of the door, moving out the safety lock she twisted the knob. Opening the door she saw that no one is present besides her, she looked at the dark hallways trying to figure out who's that idiot who decided to ring the bell this late at night but found none. Cursing, she went back and closed the door activating all the safety locks. "Damn that f*cking idiot, what came in his mind that he decided to ring my doorbell at this kind of hour..." there was a tap on her shoulder, swatting it away she continued. She's now the idiot who's talking to a door. "...ruining my mood, I hope he/she trip on the road, stumble on a crossing..." again there was a tap on her shoulder, swatting it away again. "....get hit by a dump truck so he could be severely injured to the extent that his/her face was disfigured....." Tap tap tap ".....become crippled, or worst—to die and go to hell...hell..."
