[ WP ] Son , what are you doing ?

`` Son, what are you doing?'' John asked, knuckles knocking against the beige door. 
 
 He received no answer. 
 
 `` Son?'' He asked again. `` What are you doing.'' 
 
 Silence. There was nothing but silence in the Mcann household, an eerie silence, an unnatural silence. John nervously tossed a glance around the room, a bead of sweat trickling down his face as he fumbled with the doorknob. 
 
 `` Son!'' He bellowed, this time in a more serious tone as he pulled the doorknob back and forth, causing the locked door to shift to and fro, creating an audible thumping sounds throughout the room. 
 
 `` Open this door this instant young man!'' John shouted, slamming his fist against the locked door. 
 
 There was no answer. 
 
 John sighed, slamming his shoulder against the wooden door. He pulled all his weight in a battering ram motion, swaying his legs back and forth before slamming himself against the door once more. 
 
 `` Open the fucking door, son!'' 
 
 There was no answer... 
 
 With a final push, John forced the door open, splintered wood scattering throughout the air, slowly gliding down onto the carpeted floor as he regarded the anthropomorphic suit sitting on a small office chair in the corner of the room. The suit was stuffed with... something... giving the illusion of the human body that should normally be inside. 
 
 `` What the hell are you doing in here?!'' John shouted, feet stomping toward the stuffed suit. 
 
 `` You will NOT disobey me! Especially in my household young man!'' 
 
 He grabbed the suit by the fur on it's back, throwing it onto the bed as he unbuckled the belt at his waist. 
 
 

