Last night, as I was sitting in my living room and watching a little T.V before bed, I heard a strange noise. It was a slow, drawn out scraping across the hardwood floor. Confused, I for the source; and I found it immediately. Someone had slipped a small, folded note under the door.
"What the...?" More curious than anything, I approached the note slowly. I knelt down cautiously and picked up the strange paper. On it were only five words, scrawled on in a crude, messy fashion: Get out. He is coming.
I didn't pause to consider the meaning of the note, however, as I immediately realized there was something very, very wrong with this situation.
The note had come from under the closet door....
