Another Halloween night had come and gone, and Kim Ryceton hadn't been enjoying the evening. Unfortunately, he lived in a very popular neighborhood for trick-or-treating, so kids were knocking on his door every five minutes hoping for candy. Despite the lack of decorations on his home, they still insisted on knocking since just about every house on that street offered candy. The knocking didn't start to die down until 9:00 PM, when kids were finally taken home by their parents. It gave Kim a chance to relax after such a long night of constant knocking, along with the muffled yells of excited kids outside. It allowed him to finally get ready for a good night's sleep...
Until, late at night, he heard another knock at the door. Obviously, he wouldn't be in the mood to answer. But it knocked again. And again, and again, and again, getting more frantic each time.
Until, late at night, he heard another knock at the door. Obviously, he wouldn't be in the mood to answer. But it knocked again. And again, and again, and again, getting more frantic each time.



