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The Knocking
by Don't Tell A Soul


Knock

A single knock echoed throughout the house. I wasn't sure if it was the delivery man with a package for my parents knocking at the front door, or something else, but I defiantly wasn't going to open the door anytime soon.

Knock

It came again, this time sharper and louder. I heard the blood pound in my ears as I waited. I waited for the next knock, for something to signal me that there was somebody outside, waiting. I waited longer.

Knock

No different from the previous knock, I edged off of my bed, carefully avoiding my dog that had not been disturbed by these strange noises. I creaked open the door to my room and peeked out. There was nothing but the cold, dark hallway with a stream of moonlight pouring out the window.

Knock!

It sounded louder without my bedroom door blocking the sound. I looked to my parent's room, their door was slightly opened and the gentle sound of snoring drifted from the room. I opened the door wider and took a step out, the ground creaking with my every move.

Knock!

It was even louder, or maybe it was just me. I slowly made my way to the staircase and tried to see the front door but downstairs was pitch black. I thought for a moment then took a step onto the first stair.

Knock!

I took another step. I felt a chill go up my spine as I heard the knock once again. My mind filled with terrible ideas of what might be waiting for me. I took another step, biting my lip as I waited for the next bang on the front door, it didn't come. I took another step a bit more bravely.

KNOCK!

The sound was as if somebody was trying to break down the door. I nearly jumped but I maintained my ground and continued my journey down the stairs. Two more steps, the knocking didn't return, but I knew it would come again.

KNOCK!

As I expected, it was louder. I walked down the remaining number of stairs and searched for a light switch.

KNOCK!

I flicked on a weak lamp that didn't illuminate much more than the small end table it was on. I began to make my way to the door, glad that I could finally see a few inches in front of me.

KNOCK!

The sound nearly burst my ear drums. Like a whole band of drums playing in front of my house, it came again.

KNOCK!!!!

I began to ponder if it was really safe to open the door, if whatever was there would be dangerous or not. If something was really waiting for me. If something was ?

KNOCK!! KNOCK!!

I couldn't finish my thought. I edged closer to the door and peeked out the small window next to it. The stained glass of the window didn't allow me to see much but I did notice a buff looking figure outside.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

The noise didn't stop. I took a step back and it died down.

Knock! Knock!

It went in a steady rhythm. I waited for something to happen, for it to suddenly speed up, but it didn't.

Knock! Knock!

I waited.

Knock! Knock!

I stayed where I was, fear filling my eyes.

Knock! Knock!

I looked at the door in horror, but walked back over to it, and gradually turned the handle.

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I pulled open the door, and screamed.

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