I opened the door and there was a vampire. I was at ease, as I had always been prepared for this situation. I grab the wooden stake hidden behind a painting and stab the little vampire clean through the heart, as that is the only way to kill a vampire. Alas, he brought his lackeys, Frankenstein, and a ghost. I take my double barrel shotgun mounted above the door and blow the Frankenstein’s head clean off. Blood spews everywhere, including on the ghost. Speaking of the ghost, I do not have any way of killing him. So I kick him off my front doorstep and slam the door. I run upstairs and hide under the bed. I hear screaming from the outside, I know it is the ghost. He probably still wants to kill me. I hide under that bed until the front door gets kicked in. It was the police, they were here to save me. I come out from under the bed, and the cops shoot me 30 times, I’m dead before I even hit the ground. I should have known that the ghost would get his revenge.