There is a house on the corner of the street.
Every night after work, you walk past it to get to your house.
And then and only then, the rusty doorbell rings, almost as if inviting you in.
And you have this strange urge to listen, for some reason you want to enter the house even though you have heard stories of people entering and never coming back.
You walk towards the house...
You open the door...
...
cool song mate
awsome but creepy
Sweet man!