[ WP ] You are asleep when the noise of air raid sirens awakens you , but something is n't quite right ...

The shrill, shrieking noise pierced the deep vale of sleep in which I found myself. My wife, who could sleep through anything, lay still slumbering next to me. I shook her violently, yelling about planes and bombs. Our dog Lucky was barking wildly, clearly having a hard time with the noise that permeated our neighborhood. 
 
 As the three of us scrambled downstairs, there was a loud banging on the door. `` Mark!? C'mon outside Mark, we need to get over to the community bomb shelter!'' said the familiar voice of my neighbor Doug. Lucky was growling like a mad man ( or dog ) as I collected what food I could from the kitchen. I yelled back, `` Stop playing around Doug, I had that shelter put in the basement last week because I was tired of getting dragged out of my house at these ungodly hours!'' 
 
 I did n't hear from Doug for a few moments, when he finally replied, `` Whoops, totally forgot! But this attack is gon na be bad, they're using the big bombers. Come on outside and we'll whole up in the big shelter, it's much better built for this kind of attack.'' For the first time since the siren began, I stopped to listen. While the wailing was continuous, it remained eerily silent besides that. There was no droning of planes, nor the pop of AA fire as they paved a path of death for the incoming bombers. I took a quick glance out the kitchen window and realized the streets were empty. There was no one scrambling to find safety at the communal shelter. But the banging on my door persisted. 
 
 There was no vantage point from which I could see the stoop, and Doug was making me nervous. `` Hey Doug,'' I asked, `` what's the nickname you have for my dog?'' The voice on the other side of the door faltered. `` Mark, this is not the time.'' he replied. I declared, `` I am not opening this door until you tell me.'' 
 
 With that, the stranger on the other side of the door began to scream, a demonic bellow of hate and of ungodly volume. It seemed to pierce my very soul. `` Oh my god'' I thought to myself as I fell to my knees, heart in mouth. My wife fainted and Lucky was going wild. Then the voice on the other side, no longer under the facsimile of Doug, in a terrifying snarl, screeched `` OPEN. THE. DOOR.'' 
 
 Yea, fat chance of that.
