Here's my attempt [u][b]The Mysterious Stranger[/b][/u] [spoiler]The wooden door shook lightly as three hard knocks struck it from the outside. Then a veil of silence covered the room. The room was still, not even a particle of dust was stirring. The wooden floors of the shack were rotting away revealing the wet muddy earth the foundation once stood upon. A hard wood desk lays on it's side blocking the only door to the small confined room. Several empty filing cabinets sit in one of the corners, an old desk fan sits on top of them. It's blades powdered in long strings of dust. Empty wrappers from food litter the other corner and an overflowing trash bin lays on it's side. "I can't let them in, no I can't. There's nothing I can do for them." a voice swiftly mumbles to itself. A man in ragged garb sits in a fetal position, rocking back and forth. His eyes dart across the room focusing on nothing, but looking for something. A small quiet squeak breaks the silence. "Who's here!? What was that!?" The man demands search the room. One of the fan blades had gathered so much dust it turned slightly. The walls creak and the man flinches and scurries to the center of the room. He lays flat on his back and stares up into the single light in the room. His hands clasp together and rest on his chest. His eyes widen as he slowly watches particles of dust drift down through the floorboards above him. The floor above him scratches and the ceiling lamp flickers. The thump of footsteps move slowly across the room. "What do you want! Leave me alone!" He yells out and the ceiling lamp flickers and burns out. "Who are you?" The man whispers to himself. He rolls over onto his stomach and crawls towards the over turned desk blocking the door. He grips it tightly, his finger nails digging into the hard wood. Shadows dance and dart before him in the pitch black darkness. They're figures are tall and lanky and their movements are slow and staggered. The darkness draws in closer, and closer strangling his very mind. He can't take it anymore, he moves the over turned desk out of his way and exits out the door. He runs like he's never run before and when we runs out of breath he turns and looks behind him. Nothing. Nothing but ruins and not a soul in sight. He was alone, alone the whole time. The entire city nothing but ruins. He smiles and sinks to his knees letting out a happy chuckle. Perhaps he was happy that his fears were all in his head or he was sad that his fears weren't real.[/spoiler]