You know. Sometimes, weird things can happen. Just like what happened last year when there were fifty consecutive knocks on my door. As I lived in an apartment, I knew that it was knocked by either one of the neighbors, a deliveryman, or a random kid. I swung open the door and saw a bird. The bird zoomed into the living room, so my mom and I had to spend the next fifteen minutes shooing away the random bird. But, this time, there was something else behind the door. An enigmatic air of power entered the room. In other words, the wind swooshed in, and catching myself from falling over, I felt my heart pounding faster -- so fast that I lost consciousness for an instant. That was how everything began.
I went back to my room, locked the door, and started playing video games, fighting with fear. My room was connected to the living room, so I could hear every little sound produced from there. At the time, my mother was not at home. There should not be any unreasonable noise. I tried to forget what happened a few seconds ago and concentrated on the game. But, something was off. For once, I heard a little thud. That was still reasonable: something dropping down to the floor is common, which is what I learned in my childhood. It happened again, but footsteps were clearly included this time. Did mom come back? I called my mother twice, but the answer was silence and then more footsteps. Squeaky noises from a leather shoe faded and faded.
I mustered up the courage and slightly opened the door. The door popped open, and I saw a metallic armor, one that you might see in ancient China, standing in the middle of the room. It was holding a long sword with unrecognizable letters inscribed. Through what I perceived as a heavy headpiece, our eyes met. The eyes overshadowed by the headpiece were a frightening, dreadful, lethal storm. I, instinctually sensing danger, closed the door, locked it, and blocked it with a drawer. My hands busily searched for a smartphone, but then I realized that it was on the desk outside. The fatal squeaky sound grew louder and louder. I had no choice but to ask for help with the computer. Faster than ever before, I called a friend using Ecapp, a social media application where friends can talk to each other.
I heard a voice from the door, but it was incomprehensible. The voice was clearly a girl speaking in a language that I have never heard before.
"Who are you? What do you want?" I shouted.
The girl, or a crazy psychopath trying to kill me, spoke. Again, no information was understood. She knocked on the door again but with a rhythm, a rhythm that stopped my brain from functioning.
"What? No way... Oh my gosh... Is that you, Lin?" Said I.
Lin was my imaginary friend who was lost in my memory five years ago when I was twelve. She and I would hunt monsters every night before sleeping, travel the vast world of falsehood, and talk about life after death. She was my one and only friend who helped me overcome a sort of depression as a juvenile teen. However, realistically speaking, I could not find any explanation as to what brought her here. She must be a crazy intruder. She must be a crazy intruder.
After a few minutes of hesitation, I finally unlocked the door, and I saw the familiar face, cloud-white creamy hair, and a pile of the armor on the floor next to her. It was Lin who was standing there. I am not sure what she spoke to me because the guts in my head felt as if they turned upside-down in the meantime. She left me three years ago and now there is she, the most perfect bestie in the world. I instantly smiled.
"Lin! You are back!"I was in the mood of hugging her, but she stepped back with confusion. Soon, the sword pointed at me.
