Deep in the night I heard it ring

The doorbell, soft and quiet.

A few nights later I heard it again

Insistent, strident.

The next time I went to the door

Peeped through the eyehole

At a dark empty landing.

Yet again when I heard the bell

I went and opened the door.

Looked around sleepily,

Stood in the darkness and asked aloud

Who are you,

And what is it you want?

There was no answer.

Last night there was a knock.

On my bedroom door.