Who could be coming at this hour?..” I whispered, quickly waking my husband.

At that moment, someone knocked again, and then suddenly pressed the doorbell. The sound tore through the silence of the house.

“Go check… maybe something happened,” I said, trying to stay calm, even though worry was already rising in my chest.

My husband walked into the hallway, listened, looked carefully through the peephole… and jumped back.

“I don’t understand…” he whispered. “There’s a huge dog at the door. A Doberman. He… he’s ringing our doorbell.”

“What?” I stepped closer, staring at him in disbelief. “Maybe he’s just playing?”