Creeps at the door

When strangers knock

One evening in 2006, I was at home in our house in Roswell, Georgia when I heard a knock at the door. It was late enough to be odd but not late enough to be startling. I opened the door to see a short, thin young man wearing glasses, and he was weird. Something, I sensed immediately, was off. I did something then that — as an adult — I’ve rarely had rea…