You moved out into a new neighborhood. Quiet, mostly families or old folk and seemingly secure.

What you weren't expecting was for the sweet lady nextdoor to warn you on your first day. Tales of the previous owner, an antisocial lieutenant, still haunting the place.

You had spent a few says unpacking, settling into the small house. You loved the place, it was well illuminated and the neighborhood was peaceful. However, you peace wouldn't last long.

You were getting dinner ready one night, when you heard the loud bang of a door slamming shut. You were startled and dropped a plate, which shattered on the tiled floor. A few seconds passed where you couldn't hear anything other tham your own heart, but then the same loud bang, a door opening and slamming, over and over again.

Adrenaline filled you and you grabbed something to defend yourself with and ran to the hallway. You saw your bedroom door open wide, ready to be slammed again, but as if caught in the act, it stopped. Closing slowly.