three angry knocks at four thirty eight

it is four- thirty-eight a.m.. I was not aware until I heard the loud knock. Bam. at the front door next to my recliner I glanced at the clock. Four-thirty-eight a.m. BAM BAM two more loud angry-sounding knocks. I froze for a couple of minutes. who would be out there? If I answered the door, would I be sealing my fate? Would I be annihilated? I had to walk in front of the picture window to get out of my chair the curtains were wide open. I expected to see a face; I knew it would frighten me. I peeked out the small glass window in my front door. A small raccoon was staring at me. He was drinking the dog’s water I saw no person whatsoever. My husband was awake by now. He wanted to know who had knocked so hard on the front door. I looked up “ghost knocks”. There are many stories about them. I truly do not think it was a person. My husband thinks it was the raccoon. I do not. this was the knock of an angry grown man. we may never know.