>>5453983 >>5454299You should check upstairs as soon as possible- figuring out which of these golf clubs is the best weapon is much less important than figuring out who the fuck is at the front door. You pull a golf club out of the bag before putting it over your shoulder, making sure it doesn't press its weight on the backpack containing Madness and Folly as you do so. Once you feel comfortable with everything you're carrying as you can, you prepare to return upstairs.
Due to the need for stealth, your turn off your flashlight and shove it into your pocket, forcing your eyes which had just been getting readjusted to having some level of lighting back into darkness. With this change you return to a slow, methodical approach as you make it down the hallway, suspiciously peering at every doorway wondering if someone is going to jump out, suspicious of the knocking being a trap.
Despite your suspicions, however, nothing happens as you head down the hallway and begin to creep up the stairs. While this is a relief to you, what's even more relieving is the lack of a man with an axe waiting to ambush you at the top of the stairs. In fact, this is a bit too much of a relief. Once you finish ascending the stairs you inadvertently let your guard down, and in a moment of supreme clumsiness, hit your shin against the part of the banister at the very top of the stairs. A loud thud sounds out, and you involuntarily crouch down slightly. You suck in a cry of pain and end up letting out a hissing noise as you try to recover from the blow.
As you're recovering, you hear three more knocks come from the front door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. The pessimist in you wants to say it's because whoever is there heard something from your accident just now, but who knows- they could've just been about to knock anyways. At least you can confirm that they're definitely outside the door now. Just as you're completely back on your feet and ready to head to the living room window, you hear a light squeak from behind you, and glance back to see that when you hit your shin, Folly took that chance to force her way out of your bag... and is now scurrying towards the front door, likely interested in the noise.
Well, fuck.
>You should go over and get her. Quietly. And hopefully without running into anything else.>You really don't want to go near the front door right now. Maybe you can lure her over with some fruit? You should have some in the fridge.>Folly will... probably be fine for now. If they're knocking at the door it's a safe assumption that they won't be able to open it. For now you'll try to get a look at who's there from the window.>Write-in 