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Chapter 3 - Behind The Locked Door

I didn't know how long I slumbered in the bed. What it felt like were hours. Hours, of slumberousness. But it was still dark. As if the tenebrosity never ended yet. Not even a single light shined outside yet.

I touched my forehead feeling the sweat coming out. The strange marks on my skin that I began to realize I had. The consciousness of my mind began to wander about the thoughts of Norman.

The conversation we had in the parlor was strange. As if bits of pieces began to become blurry. But his strange desire for stuffed birds on his walls. I breathed heavily as my mind wander to the owl stretching out its wings.

Norman seemed to enjoy stuffing the birds as he told me. Then he talked about his Mother.

He never wanted to leave his mother as if he was stuck in his own private trap that he couldn't escape. He began being defensive of his mother, I remembered.

As I began to wander my mind about Norman I suddenly became startled by the sound of Mother's stentorian voice that came from the house. "Do as I say, boy!" Mother demanded.

I saunter making my way towards the opened window of the cabin grasping the long curtain. As I noticed the same room upstairs lights were on. "Be a man and do what needs to be done!" Mother continued demanding something from Norman.

"Mother please, I don't want to hurt her," Norman begged. I gasped were they talking about me? Was Mother demanding to send Norman to hurt me physically?

"You do as I say, or I'll have to do it myself again boy! Which one is it..huh!?" Mother pushed Norman to decide.

A silence wandered by before hearing a glass shattered in the house. I become startled as my heart pounded by the sound. I curiously wanted to see if everything was okay. Suddenly the room light turned off. As the house became dark.

I backed away not hearing anything else. I was worried about Norman if he was okay, was he hurt by his mother?

I thought about walking towards the house but Norman's Mother was the problem...She hated me. If I went up there, how would Mother act? And what will she do to me if I ever stepped a foot close near the house?

I walked back to the bed as I sat there letting my thoughts consume me. The random thought I had was to shower and wash away my thoughts for the best. And so I did, I saunter making my way to the bathroom.

I decided to close the bathroom door and lock it before I took my clothes off my body. I turn on the shower as the pressure felt nice and cold slightly touching it with my hand. The shower curtain wasn't anything out of the ordinary as it looked to be an almost clear white curtain.

But the soft footsteps I started to hear outside of the bathroom door commenced to bother me. But I ignored it. I continued waiting for the water to feel warmer until it was ready for me to shower. As I step foot I felt the warmth of the shower come all through my body.

I let out my breath feeling how nice it was to feel the water out of the shower head. My blonde hair began to become soaking wet as well as every inch of my body. I leaned in grasping the white bar soap.

But the footsteps became heavier. The footsteps that came close. Then suddenly someone began to jiggle the doorknob trying to get inside.

I gasped as my heart pounded faster. I realized someone was trying to get inside the bathroom as the unexpected bangs came from the door.
I stand there in complete panicked seeing through the blurry white curtain. The doorknob shakes rapidly. I must've thought it could be Norman. "N-Norman?" I quivered.

Never before the doorknob shakes expeditiously as loud bangs came outside the door. The doorknob almost shook enough to the point where it slowly began to fall off. I yelled in a horrifying scream. Was about to get murdered? I covered my ears as I slowly kneel down. Tears fall from my eyes. I was about to get murdered, I thought.