ne evening, Mark and Amy went to the movies and
afterward, they went for a ride in Mark's car. They parked up on a hill
at the edge of town from where they could see the city lights all across
the valley.
Mark tuned the radio to a popular music station and right when the DJ started to play his favorite song, an announcer broke in with an emergency news bulletin. It seems as if a murderer had escaped from the state prison. He was armed with a knife and was headed south on foot. The prisoner's left hand was missing and in it's place, he wore a hook.
"Let's roll up the windows and lock the doors," said Amy.
"That's a good idea," said Mark.
"You know..." said Amy, "that prison isn't too far away. I think we really should go home."
"But it's only 10 o'clock!" said Mark.
Amy didn't care what time it was. "Take me home right now, Mark," she insisted.
"Look, Amy," Mark argued, "that prisoner is not going to climb all the way up here. Why would he do that? Even if he did, all the doors are locked. How could he get in?"
"Mark, he could take that hook and break through the window and open the door," she said. "I'm scared. I want to go home!"
Mark was annoyed. "Girls are always are afraid of something," he said.
As he started the car, Amy thought she heard someone, or something, scratching at her door.
"Did you hear that?" she asked as they roared away. "It sounded like somebody was trying to get in!"
"Oh sure..." said Mark.
Soon they pulled up in front of Amy's house and Amy asked Mark if he would like to come in for a cup of hot cocoa. "No," he said, "I think I'll just go home."
Mark walked around to the other side of the car to let Amy out.
Hanging on the door handle was... a hook!!