It was a dark and stormy night.
The woman went to answer the door. I yelled "Don't open it" but she did and let the slasher in. The TV went dark.
Outside I could see the whole street was black.
I thought why do people always open the door like that. What an idiot.
I laid down starting to doze when the knock came. I picked up a vase and peered through the door. It was a hooded figure. I opened the door and whacked the person on the head. As they fell to the ground, I saw it was my husband. Uh oh!