My turn.

No-one. Completely empty of any other being human or animal. The menacing culprit I almost called the police to come save me from is an open window that is allowing a March breeze to flap through the curtains and periodically bump into the cupboard door that someone left ajar.
It's all those horror movies he loves to watch. The ones that I've been jumping in my seat and hiding behind my hands through for years. They're making me imagine the worst. Tonight we are watching a romantic comedy or better yet a drama that will have me weeping at the end. My sanity demands it.

Adam's turn

Haven't you seen the movies? Don't you know how this ends? If only you could answer me I would feel braver. I can feel the trembling in my fingers the icy cold damp of fear running down my back. Why do I have to do this? Can't I just close my eyes and wish the sound away?
‘Hello!’ Still nothing just that door calling me closer with each bang.
The phone is lying on the table next to the kitchen door; the image of the person on the other end laughing makes me decide against calling 911. I hold the phone up over my head as I enter the kitchen.

It's been a few weeks since he wrote this. Oops! I'll try follow on today.