[ WP ] In the spirit of Halloween , write just an old fashioned , tense horror story .

He woke up and stumbled down the stairs. It was Monday. *Here we go again, * he thought. As his coffee was brewing, he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door, but he did n't see anyone. He closed the door, and decided to check on his coffee. He heard another knock on the door. 
 
 He opened the door, but there was no one there. Inferring that the neighbor's kids were playing ding-dong-ditch again, he called out `` Ha-ha, very funny.'' He heard a child's giggle, high pitched but with an odd quality, as though it was coming from all around him, surrounding him. 
 
 *I really need my coffee, * he thought to himself. He drank his coffee, and heard another knock. However, this time the knock was coming from upstairs. Heart pounding, he raced upstairs. He burst into his room, and found something resembling Billy jumping on his bed. `` Billy's'' face was pale and rotten, and he had bloodstains across his chest. 
 
 The man, now completely pale of face, screamed `` WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN HERE? GET OUT!'' 
 
 Billy stopped jumping and stared at him calmly. `` Mommy says people who say bad words have bad things inside their hearts. Here, I'll cut them out and you can be good like me.'' 
 
 The man tried to run, but found his feet frozen. `` Nuh-uh'' taunted Billy. `` You opened the door and let me come in. This is my house, and Mommy always said that the host makes the rules'' 
 
 As the knives cut across the man's chest, Billy imparted a final command for the man. `` This is my house now. Get your own house.''
