when i got out of prison i was asleep in the living room of a friends house.
i was alone one night and i heard this banging sound in the backdoor
it felt like somthing was trying to get in.i couldnt see no one standing there
i wasnt used to being alone so i freaked out and walked out the front door
and went to the donut shop to get a hot chocalte to calm down.i didnt want to go back to the house but i left the door open.
in my head i was going thru all kinds of scenarios.i fraked myself out
when i went back it was the fucking dog that when he scratched himself
he would make the backdoor shake.