You hear a polite knock on the door . The closet door .

The was a delicate, simple, misunderstood knock at the closet door. Hank slowly slunk down into to the fetal position. He knew he was alone in the house. He knew it. He checked the house before he even tried to go to bed. The whole house! 
 
 This damn bet was n't going to be worth it! It's just a simple house. A simple house that is empty. Except the lights flickered. The floors creaked. The wind howled and kept him awake. 
 
 Three. Damn. Days. He had n't slept in three days thank to this STUPID HOUSE. 
 
 The knock came again. Hank tried to sink lower into the bottom of the floor boards. The knock came again. 
 
 Hank wept. 
 
 On the bottom of the closet floor. 
 
 `` Hank....open up buddy, it's time to go'' 
 
 There was a slight, yet noticeable crack, and Hank smiled. `` Hank is gone. Only ZUUUUUUUULLLL''
