I made sure to lock the door today.
I locked it twice, in fact. I locked it then tried to turn the knob a couple of times just to make sure. Then I walked to my bed and got under the covers. I lay there sleepless for a couple of hours before I heard the creaking of wood outside my bedroom door.
My eyes moved to the door immediately. I was comforted for a few seconds from the fact that the knob remained stable. It wasn’t long, however, before the door slowly opened up. I should have known, of course, that locking the door wouldn’t help. He waited until the door was completely open before he decided to make an appearance. I saw him standing at the door and I got goosebumps all over my body. He made a point by standing still for a few minutes. He was obviously taunting me.
He moved as slow as honey and settled in his favourite spot, standing right beside me next to my bed. I felt my hands shake and my lips quiver. This wasn’t the first time to see him, but he still gets me every time. Frustration got the best of me and I started to cry.
And this was when he frowned.
Again, this wasn’t a normal frown. It came from a non-existent face, on a non-existent body. It was a frown that seemed to shake me from the inside. Somehow, it made me stop crying.
I looked up at him in desperation. “Who are you?” I hissed, and I felt his breathing grow heavier as he brought his head closer to mine and I looked away and – in fear – closed my eyes. Again, he put his hand in mine and I gasped. He pressed harder. “Stop!” I begged. And he did.
He started to walk away. He reached the door, then stood still for a while. He turned around at me, smiled, and disappeared.
I could have sworn I felt him wink at me.
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