The Knocking Door.!

Chapter:2

I screamed more loudly than I have ever screamed in my life. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was him - the same guy I used to dream about in my childhood.

This cannot be true, I said to myself shivering.

A few steps. That's all I took. I  look behind and my heart lifted. He was gone.

I was scared and confused; was this a dream or he was really here? Who was he - the stranger from my dream?

The next day, I told Emma about last night.

“You must have dreamed about him, Alexandria.  How could he have been there? You were really tired. Forget it, dude...and stop watching those horror movies,” replied Emma

But I was scared. I knew he was there.  I couldn't have been imagining him.  I felt his breath and I knew he would come back.  I didn't want to go back home.

Later I reached my home, kicked my red converse of, and made myself a mug of hot chocolate and that was when I heard someone in my kitchen.  Freaking out, I shouted, “who's there?”

 Terror pulsed through my veins. I ran up the stairs as fast my legs could carry me.  Before entering my room, I had to peer into it to make sure no one was in there, then I shut the door. I knew he was there. I climbed into my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I closed my eyes and not a moment later I heard footsteps coming up the stairs towards my room.

I wanted to scream for help but no sound was coming out and the next thing i knew, he was knocking on my bedroom door.  The longer I ignored it, the louder it would get.  I wanted to run away but I knew he would get me.  Suddenly, the knocking stopped. I sighed in relief and then he was gone. All i could hear was me breathing heavily.

It took minutes to make realise that it was going to be a sleepless night. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking of him.  Who was he? Were my dreams coming true? Was he really here or was my mind tricking me?

It was around 7:00 AM when I woke up.  I wasn't feeling well so I decided to stay home from school.  I got up and went downstairs to read a comic.

I listened to music, read books, and practiced my yoga. I did everything I could think of to keep my mind of it...that man...that horror...

Finally the night was here. I closed all the door and windows, sitting alone, terrified.  For the next half-hour I sat there twiddling my thumbs. My brain was not functioning properly..

I headed to the kitchen, running my fingers through my blonde hair. Was this real? It just seemed all so strange. I was about to wash my hands when I heard a soft knock on the door.  It was so quiet I thought I'd imagined it, but then i heard it again.  I knew I definitely was not imagining that.

At first i stood frozen there as the knocks became excessively louder and louder.

Slowly, I walked out of the kitchen and faced the door.  My heart was pounding really fast, my hands began to sweat and my breathing wasn't regular anymore.

I shouted, “who's there?” I could hear the terror in my voice.  The knocks were getting louder, faster and faster.  “What do you want?”

"Open the door," he whispered back. I was too scared to say anything, but I was not going to open my door.

“There is no way in hell I'm opening the door,” I replied, taking a step backwards, looking into my kitchen for a way to run. My heart was going to jump out of my chest. I needed to calm down.  There was no way he could enter my house without going through the door.  

“This has to be a dream,” I whispered to myself as I wrapped my arms around my chest. How could this be real? This is not real.

The knocks stopped. I headed towards the door and my hands were shivering. I unlocked it, but no one was there! Had iIimagined him? No he was there.  I was sure.

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