this morning #936.

this morning, my doorbell rang once. my doorbell rang twice. before i’d even had a chance to get to the door, my doorbell had rung thrice. through the peep hole, all i saw was a well-bundled figure in a black ski mask fidgeting with something just out of view. i had absolutely no clue who the hell was standing on my porch so i grabbed my gun just in case. just to be safe. aimed it straight ahead. hollered a hearty “who goes there?” through the door. the howling wind made it hard to hear if there was any response at all coming through the face covering on the other side so i tried again. louder this time. still nothing. it looked cold out there. with gun in hand, i cracked the door to find out more.