It was an unpleasantly cold winter's night; dark, mystifying, the moon was sheltered by the murky looming clouds. You had just finished dinner with your family. This was the fifth night you had been here, and you noticed weird things happening lately.

Every night, a cold, hoarse voice would say, "Get out." And it would come from your closet. This has been going on ever since you moved here.

Then the voice went again. "Get out!"