You take your gun outside with you. You search the grounds. Then you hear a car start up and take off fast. That must have been whoever was knocking. What the fuck one tends to ask.
Who the fuck could it be at this fuckin hour? You kick into a pair of jeans and you grab your trusty forty five long slide. The knocking stops a couple steps from your reaching the door. When you open it you don't see or hear anybody out there. You feel creeped out after that horrible dream.