The table is set suddenly the doorbell bongs. Who could that be at this hour? It is not quite All Hallos Eve, and I am not really expected anybody as of yet. The doorbell bongs again. I guess I better answer it. Slowly walking to the door and look out the peephole. Seeing nothing thinking maybe an early trickster for the neighbors know that I like this season of frights. Opening the door and preparing myself I walk out onto the porch and look around. Seeing nothing out the ordinary I walk back into the house, a bit wary now.
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Comments (5)
I'd be wary, too. Better lock the door.
Who in the world could that be. How did they disappear that quickly. Is he being haunted by someone he knows... Oh my gosh, I can't wait to get to the next part to find out 🤗❤️
Frightening lol ✍️🏆♦️♦️♦️♦️
Scary!!👻
A definite fear