The story begins with four young boys that lived in the same neighborhood. Those boys had a lot of fun by knocking at the door of strangers and get away. Seeing people frustrated and scream at them after their tricks were the funniest thing in the world for them. At 11 years old you don’t realize that what you’re doing is wrong or inappropriate. Every time someone was angry, it makes them laugh. Until one day. This Monday of September, at around nine PM, one of the 4 little guys (me) knocked and ring at a random door while the others cover. But this time, no one got out of the house, except…