A woman is sitting in her old, shuttered house. She knows that she is alone in the whole world; every other thing is dead. The doorbell rings.
There is a deep booming voice filling the air. It is shaking the very foundation of the house. The voice is demanding that the woman come open the door immediately. The woman is hesitantly reaching for her old, wooden cane. She decides to slowly creep to the door. As she approaches the door, she places her hand on the cold, metal doorknob. She flings the door wide open with an anxious jolt of fear. …
