On a windy night, the wind howling like a Banshee, a boy sits in the dark watching the television. A flash of lightning disturbs his peace; just as a loud thump is heard on the back door.
John, jumps from the lounge chair, a nervous and slightly obsessive boy for his 22 years. Creeps slowly forward towards the inner door. A second thump, like a metal gauntlet splintering the wood, rattles him.
He imagines daggers, knives and fingers reaching out to him in the dark of the room. He is alone, his mind knows that, but his fears stab at his nerves and raise the hairs on his neck.