Disclaimer: Starsky and Hutch do not belong to me. I'm just doing this for fun.
A Haunting
By: Vanessa Sgroi
Knock
Knock
Dave Starsky rolled over and groaned.
Knock
Knock
What the hell?
He rolled over and looked blearily at the alarm clock next to his bed. The glowing hands showed that it was 11:58 p.m.
Man, who is knocking on my door at midnight?
Knock
Knock
With a growl, Starsky kicked back the dark green sheet and blanket and rolled out of bed. He pulled on the pair of jeans he'd left draped over the chair in the corner but didn't bother buttoning or zipping them.
Knock
Knock
Knock
"All right already," he yelled, "I'm coming!"
The dark-haired man shuffled through the apartment in the dark. At the door, he undid the safety chain and pulled the door open.
"Wha—"
There was no one standing on the other side.
Stepping into the hallway, Dave looked from side-to-side but saw no one.
Great—a practical joker at midnight. Just as the thought crossed his mind he remembered that it was Halloween.
Ah, now I get it. A Halloween prank. Lucky me.
Grumbling under his breath, Starsky re-entered his apartment and, after re-locking the door, he padded back to the bedroom. Ditching his jeans, he tumbled back into bed. Sleep claimed him quickly.
Knock
Knock
Knock
Knock
Coming awake once again, Starsky jumped out of bed.
Ah, man, not again.
This time he was quicker getting to the door in the hopes of catching the pranksters in action. But again, the hallway was empty when he opened the door.
"I'm a cop," he yelled, "Next time I bring my gun!"
He stopped short of slamming the door and went back to bed.
TBC . . .