A sister and I go up to the front door of a typical house. Strange door, no external doorknob, just a metal plate where it should be. After several knocks and a brief wait, a creepy male voice from behind the door says slowly and quietly: "Go away." Humm... I request a brief moment just to speak with him. Then we hear: "I said go away. This house is under quarantine." The sister says we better go. Halfway back to the car I tell the sister I'm going to go back, give a quick knock and just say I'm leaving a couple of mags at the doorstep.
I pull out my mags, quickly knock and look down to place them. The door flies open, a crazy looking man with hair whacked out, bulging eyes, in a night gown starts screaming and flailing his arms at me. "I told you to go away!" I put my hands up to protect myself, he grabs the mags out of my hands and begins to beat me about the head with them. I backed up, turned around and hightailed it back to the car. The crazy guy goes back in the house but you can still hear him screaming inside with the door shut, from the street. The sister says to me: "Don't forget to write that down... you placed two mags."