More knocking at your door. It was like this every night; incessant, unrelenting, foreboding. Each time a knock sounded it would fill you with dread. Who was next? Another human? Or another visitor? It became increasingly difficult to tell the difference between a human and a visitor nowadays. Ever since the sun became dangerously hot during the days, burning anyone to a crisp. The only safe time was night.

You leaned in closer to look through the peep hole, and your stomach lurched. A tall, deathly pale man—if you could call it a man—stood before your door, wearing nothing but black pants. He wore a smile he would consider polite, yet his face seemed to have loose folds of skin. It was like he was wearing somebody else’s skin.

“Howdy!” The strange man greeted. You couldn’t focus on the words he spoke as you were glued to the spot. He was terrifying.

“Soooo…” he drawled. His grin stretched wide, eyes rolling upwards. “You alone?”