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Category : Books-Fiction
Sub Category : Horror
Knock, knock, knock, knock…
Karen lifted up her heavy eyelids. Something must have woken her up. She waited in silence for anything. A creak, a branch scratching a window, but heard nothing. She closed her eyes to drift back to sleep.
Knock, knock, knock, knock…
Her eyes jutted open in a wide state. She heard that. It was knocking, but from where. It was too loud to be from the front door downstairs, besides, who would be knocking at this hour?
She turned her head to see the clock read 3:15 a.m. Nobody would be coming to visit her now, not even Cathy. Also, no one besides she, Cathy, and her parents had known she was living here.
Karen thought to merely ignore it. If there was someone outside knocking, they would take a hint and leave. She wondered if she had locked up, and realized she did. She was grateful and proud of herself for remembering to do just that.
Five minutes pass and not another sound. She could have been dreaming, she thought. So, she turned over to lay on her right side and closed her eyes once more.
Knock, knock!
These were loud. A lot louder than the previous ones. It had sounded like they came from her bedroom door. She was positive they had. Her body was frozen stiff. Eyes as wide as they could be staring at the door, wondering who or what was on the other side.
She sat perfectly still for a few minutes, petrified. Then the thought had come over her. It had to be her older sister trying to scare her. She knew Karen didn’t like being alone in places. Her toes started to wiggle, then her legs and arms until she was able to move again.
Karen grabbed her phone off the table and dialed Cathy’s number.
It rang three times before Cathy answered in a hoarse whisper. “Hello?... Kare, is that you?”
Karen hung up. She knew it wasn’t her sister. It was time to face her fear. She turned her table lamp on and slowly got out of bed, one leg at a time. Calmly and carefully, she tiptoed to the door. She reached for the handle and grabbed it. Karen held it for a few seconds before turning it. She turned it just slightly—
Riiiiiiing!... Riiiiiiing!
“Ahhh!” She shouted, jumping at the loud, alarming sound. It was a familiar sound though. Her phone, she could recognize anywhere. She walked over and picked it up. It must have been her sister calling her back, worried since Karen had just hung up on her. She handled the phone which said It was from an unknown number.
Karen questioned whether to answer or not. At the last second, she pressed the green button.
“Hello?”
Silence.
Then the other end hung up.
“Well, that’s not creepy,” she said to herself.
Thinking about going back to bed, she realized there was some unfinished business. She had to see what was on the other side of the door. So once again, she grabbed the door handle. She waited three seconds then quickly yanked it open.
Nothing was there.
Of course there was nothing there, she thought to herself. She looked down the hall in each direction but saw nothing but blackness. The bathroom was directly across the hall from the door. She had left that door open. Inside, she saw the sink and the mirror above. Though, in the reflection, there was a black figure lying in her bed.
She jumped up in terror, turning around to see. But it was just an empty bed. Her heart felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. Or at least have an attack.
Karen closed the bedroom door and leaned her back against it to catch her breath. After a minute, she leapt back into bed, yanking the sheets over her like a frightened child. She laid there, in mild shock. Her breathing exercise cane to thought so she started to breathe in and out, in and out.
After a while, she was calm and cool again. She just wanted to sleep and forget it all, or deal with it in the morning. Lying there, her sleepiness came back. It’s my mind just playing tricks, she thought. Her eyes slowly closed shut.
Knock, knock, knock, knock!
Karen wailed in terror.