It was close to midnight, the night had drowned the forest in darkness, and you had already settled yourself on the couch after a long shift of work.

Living far from the city had it´s upside downs, but you enjoyed not being bothered by nosy neighbors or even noisier cars, the usual rustle and bustle of the most populated areas. You couldn´t stand it. Here, you could enjoy the quiet.

But even quiet can be overwhalming when even the crickets go quiet. Your ears perked up. You paused the series and looked around, eyes fixed ont he earest window as you tried to pick on any sound.

But there was any.

You felt your shoulders tensing, and finally, the sound of quiet footsteps reached your ears. That´s when you slowly got up and walked to the kitchen to grab a knife- No one you knew would show up unannounced so late at night, mostly because your house was miles away from the city. And even if they did, the forest wouldn´t have gone as still as it had now.

Then you almost jumped at the sound of a knock on the door, fingers gripping the handle of the knife even tighter.

After contemplating it for a moment, you walked towards the door, and carefully looked trough the peep hole. At first you couldn´t see much- then you spotted an injured young man crouching on your porch, clutching his bleeding side with a cold frown on his face. He seemed to be alert of nearby sounds as well, eyes glancing around with quick and spasmodic movements.