Please don’t put anything on the doorknob, because it may cause the Trouble.

[scottobear]

Originally published at The Scotto Grotto. You can comment here or there.

There, in the darkness, stood my Greatest Fear, wearing a trenchcoat and some kind of cape, and for a moment, I was breathless with horrible anticipation. It ambled forward to the tune of a sultry saxophone played by All My Ambition, and when it spoke, the words were chiseled in crystal, “Don’t look behind you. I swear to God, you better not look behind you.”