actually, that is pretty creepy.
Ain't it though?!
That's not horror, it's a love story. The person knocking must be the last woman on earth. Or one of many women left on earth, which might return to horror...
Stee- Bahaha! You're probably right. I hadn't thought about it that way. Although I'm pretty sure it's just the gentlemanly Octopus from down the street who still comes over for book club and tea once a week.