Just one door separates me from my family. Just one measly wooden door. Are they alive? Are they dead? The watch on my arm tiks as I brace myself for what’s beyond. Tik tok tik tok. Louder and louder until it’s the only thing I hear. So loud it feels like my eardrums are going to burst. Should I call the police? The note says not to. Am I making the right choice? Tik tok tik tok. Slowly I reach for the handle, my hand shaking as I grab it. Just turn it JUST TURN IT. Slowly the door creaks open and i look inside. “Daddy daddy! You’re home!” My daughter cries as she goes to hug me. My wife stands behind her, smiling. Damn the hitman really did back out. What a shame.