Knock knock
Illustration by Mar Eway
You are shaken out of your stupor as you heard two knocks on the door.
Knock knock.
You check your phone for the time, and it is 3 AM.“Who could be visiting me this late?” you mutter. “Ah, maybe it’s my best friend, drunk and looking for a place to crash in.”
Knock knock.
The knocks get louder as you stumble out of bed, and you think about how impatient the person is. You yell, “Sheesh, wait for a second, will you?”
KNOCK KNOCK.
You freeze on your tracks. Did you hear it right?
KNOCK KNOCK.
The two knocks you repeatedly hear, now on your bedroom door. You scramble back to your bed, afraid of what lay outside your door.
KNOCK KNOCK.
You shiver. Same pattern, same number, two knocks.
KNOCK KNOCK.
You let out a whimper, as the two knocks transfer to the window right behind you. You look around you for places to hide, and you spot your cabinet.
KNOCK KNOCK.
You hurriedly approach your cabinet, and you hide inside. There’s only enough space for you to be sitting in fetal position.
KNOCK KNOCK.
The knocks are much louder now and your heart is threatening to jump out of your chest. As you heard the two knocks again, you accidentally let out a small gasp, and then, silence.
It was anoiseless 3 minutes. You let out a breath, “It’s over,” but then you heard whispering right outside the cabinet. You are on the edge.
Knock knock.
You twist your face in horror, as you realize what the last two knocks meant. Your cabinet only has room for one; the two knocks came from inside it.
