Thirty Seven

They all stood rooted in shock for a moment until the person at the door banged on the door loudly again and yelled.

"How dare you lock the door and stop me from coming in, open this door immediately."

Wen turned to the girls with her eyes wide in fear. She no longer looked like the sweet homely mother hen who had been clucking over them, now she just looked terrified.

"Girls, hurry up and go into the bed." Wen whispered urgently and tried to herd the girls away from the table to the sole bedroom in the apartment when suddenly a crash from the door drew their attention.

They turned in the direction of the noise and saw that the door which in the first place looked like it had been made with flimsy material was hanging haphazardly on its hinges while a shabby looking man staggered in through the open doorway looking around with unfocused eyes as he stood on unsteady legs.