Whatever You Do, Don't Open It

Synopsis

11:47 PM. The doorbell rang. I shot up from the couch. My first instinct was to check my phone—Emily had sent a Text Message: "David, I'm working late. You go to sleep." I walked over to the door and stood on tiptoe to peer through the peephole. The hallway lights were sound-activated, but right now, they were pitch black. Still, relying on the faint light filtering in from the window across the hall, I could make out a silhouette standing right outside my door. A woman. Long hair. A somewhat familiar build. "Who is it?" I asked, keeping the door firmly shut. "Me," the person outside replied. I froze. That was Emily's voice. I didn't say a word. I slowly backed away to the coffee table, grabbed my phone, and called Emily, my wife. The phone rang three times before connecting. "Hello?" It was Emily's voice on the other end, the background noise loud and chaotic. "David, I'm still at the office. We just finished a meeting. What's wrong?"