Knocking on the Door

After a month of exhausting work I arrived at the house and it was in a pitiful state. I gathered my strength and put my luggage on the upper floor and began cleaning the house with water and soap from the upper floor to the bottom. After three hours of exhaustion I went and showered and brushed my hair and put on my sleep clothes and sat on the chair to start reviewing my work and I stayed on the computer until one o'clock at night. I was about to fall asleep when I heard knocking on the door and I felt fear... "oh my God, who could it be at this late hour of the night and in this heavy rain and severe thunderbolts"... I was afraid of the thunder and now the door, "oh my God, I hope this is a dream and I will wake from it soon"... The knocking grew stronger so I looked through the surveillance camera on my computer and there was a boy who still seemed to be in his teens, even his hands had begun to bleed from the force of the knocking. He stayed like that until three o'clock in the morning and I gathered my strength to speak to him for fear he would die from the cold or from bleeding from his hand, for the blood was flowing without stopping... "Hey, who are you, what do you want from this house at this late hour of the night and on a stormy, rainy night with thunder everywhere, if one of them hits you you will not survive and you will die." Then he answered with complete coldness and a smile as if he had not been bleeding or soaked with rain... "Open up and don't be afraid and I will tell you everything, for you won't be able to hear me well from here"... "Alright, but if you are a thief or something like that you will regret deceiving me"... "Alright, don't worry, just open up"... I walked down the stairs with heavy, fearful steps, for I live alone and it is natural for me to be afraid, for throughout the three years I lived alone after my mother and father left, no one had ever knocked on my door before late at night...