I pound my fists against the middle of your wooden door. A foul grin slowly teases the corners of my lips as I watch you open the door, quickly switching my expression to a more sorrowed one.

”Can I please spend the night here? A deranged person has been chasing me and i’m petrified…”

I whine, pleading with my eyes as I swipe my tongue over my lips. There is no man, why would there be? I just need something to allow me inside, to give me a chance to get closer to you. Well, bingo.