Robbers Expected Two Kids, Six Cops Hid Behind Door

The knocking at the front door came again at one in the morning. The past three nights it had been just a few knocks, then whoever it was left. Tonight was different. The knocking stopped, but nobody left. Now the handle was turning. I dragged a chair over and climbed up to the peephole. The motion-sensor light was on, and the hallway was empty. Then the peephole went black. An eyeball was pressed right up against it, looking in.