Screaming
“Open the door! Call an ambulance!” a man hollered behind the door. “Who is this? What’s going on?” Murphy repeated. “Open the door! Please! An ambulance!” the man kept going on.
Murphy looked through the door’s peephole; the man didn’t look like the kind of person she would let into her house without asking questions. He was dressed in dark clothes, wearing a hood and a face mask. What if…?