The Interruption

The knocking at the door woke me up out of a sound sleep. I was sleeping really good, too. So good I was drooling, even. But of course, one of the few times I can actually sleep in, something has to happen to wake me up. This time it was the knocking at my door.
I stumbled my way to the door, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I could barely see because my eyes needed rubbing so bad. I got to the front door, unlocked it, and yanked it open. I didn't even care who was there ~ I just wanted to stop that annoying knocking. The problem was, when I opened the door, no one was there.
Just as I was closing and locking the front door, cursing under my breath as I did it, the knocking started up again ~ but this time it was at the back door! Now I was getting really annoyed.
For as many of my twelve years as I could remember, almost every morning started here at 4:30. Very rarely, Poppa would be out of town and we were allowed to sleep in until 6. This time, though, both Momma and Poppa were gone, so I was sleeping until 8 (but they didn't need to know that)! Now, there was this idiot playing games at the doors.
I turned, ran to the back door, and flung it open to find...no one. Now I was really confused. I knew darn good and well that the knocking was coming from the front door, and then the back. Whoever was knocking was sure fast.
All of a sudden there was a knocking on the kitchen window! I got there in no time flat, but there was no one there ~ again. I decided that I had reached my limit. I wanted no more of this game. I decided to go back to my room and try to go back to sleep. When I walked in my room, my clock read 2:59 ~ then the numbers flipped and it was 3:00 ~ the witching hour.
All at once knocking erupted at both doors and every window in the house ~ all at the same time!!! I didn't know what to do then. I was terrified. I hid under my bed and my dog, Rudolph, joined me immediately. He was growling under his breath because of all the knocking.
The phone rang, making me bang my head on the bed frame. I crawled out from under, snagged my phone off the night table, and slid back under the bed. Just as I answered, the knocking stopped.
"Is this Justin? This is Sheriff Reynolds."
"Yeah ~ I mean, Yes, Sir, this is Justin."
"Son, is there someone else there with you? Maybe an adult, or an older kid, like a sitter?"
"Nosir ~ I stayed alone this time. Margaret's at her music camp, and Momma and Poppa left on a selling trip."
"Alright, I'm gonna call Miss Carol from next door. I want you to head over there when you hang up. There's some news I need to give you but you need to be with a grown-up."
"Is it about my folks, Sheriff? Did something happen to them?"
"Yeah, Son, it ain't good news."
Just then, I jumped and dropped the phone as the knocking started up again and I could hear my parents whispering my name in hoarse, gravelly voices.