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POUND POUND POUND POUND – four hard knocks on the door at 10:00 last night. Wouldn’t be the neighbours, they don’t knock like that.
I go downstairs and tell my wife she should probably get on her cell and be ready to dial 911, for reasons that might become clearer if you read further.
The porch light had burnt out two days earlier, so I didn’t get a good look at the person standing there – didn’t even open the door for her, left it locked as she called through the door glass at me:
“They’re burning people at the scrapyard! I don’t have a phone, you’ve got to call 911! Please