The Dead

In the dark, I hear a knocking sound from my door, as I open it there's no one around. I go back to bed, only for a drip to land on my head. Impossible it seems, because not a soul is in the apartment above nor pipes to leak. Again, with the knocking, almost as someone is mocking, only this time from the peep hole I see a flash of red. As I reach for the handle, a voice from behind says, “open and you're dead.” It comes as a fright, because I'm alone tonight. The knocks got louder, heart beating faster, and the voice is getting closer. From nowhere, a hand touches my shoulder, at this moment I'm in shock. Lost and confused, all I can do is run to the back door till I hear something that rattled me to the core. Give up the voice says, as I turn around to my surprise, the neighbors are alive. Impossible because I buried their heads under my bed, all but the wife. With one hand, she holds a knife, the other her head, as I open the door, I'm greeted by cops and a shot in the head.