Two Strangers Knocked During a Christmas Outage. The Moment They Gave Their Names, I Knew Something Was Wrong.

Their faces were pale, almost bluish in the dim light that leaked around the edges of my door.

The man leaned forward and knocked again, softer this time, as if he’d used up all his energy on the first round.

I opened the door a few careful inches, keeping the security chain engaged, and let the brutal cold air slap my face. “Can I help you?”

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