Imagine, if you you will...
It's a warm summer's night, and you're strolling down a dark, quiet, lonely street...
Suddenly, you hear this loud, maniacal laughter, then silence.
Scared, you look all around you, but all you see are the dark houses of the sleeping neighbourhood.
You begin to walk down the street, and again, you hear this sudden burst of laughter, followed by eerie silence.
This happens two, three, four more times, each time, you stop, becoming a little more frightened.
Your heart begins to beat faster, and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, yet, at the same time, you become strangely curious as to where the laughter is coming from...
Your curiosity overrules your fear, and you begin walking in the direction the laughter is coming from, talking to yourself as you go...
"What am I doing??" "Listen to that laughter, he sounds insane!" "Why are you walking towards this? Run away!"
And yet, you continue to search out the source of the laughter...
Eventually, you see a faint glow of light in a window down the street, and begin to slowly walk towards it, your legs unsteady because of the knot of fear in your stomach, your heart slowly working its way up to your throat.
You know you are taking your life in your hands, but you cannot resist your own curiosity...
You raise your hand to knock on the door, and suddenly, you feel a hot breath on the back of your neck.
You spin around, your throat so constricted that you cannot scream, but there's nobody there, it was just the hot summer breeze.
You turn to the door, ignoring the breeze on your neck, and knock...
BRB, there's someone at my front door.
