Endless Imaginations

A KNOCK FROM THE PAST

‍‍There was a knock on the door.

I slowly sat up on my couch and went to open the door.

When i opened it, i saw no one. Strange.

But I shrugged it off and closed the door. I laid down on my couch and was about to close my eyes to take a nap, when there was a knock again on the door.

I ignored it, thinking someone might just be pranking around. It’s normal here in my neighborhood and kids do that.

Then someone knocked again, this time louder. Like huge hands pounding on the door.

I got up this time, irritated. I burst open the door, only to see a little girl that seems to be around the age of five, smiling up at me.

A little girl? I thought it was some random guy or anyone older than her. She couldn’t be the one pounding on the door.

I can’t help but smile at her. My annoyed  feeling was suddenly gone.

“Is there anything you need, little girl?”

The little girl was wearing a pink dress that stops on her knees with a red ribbon clip on top of her hair. She’s adorable.

She held out both her hands while holding a box. “This is for you, ma’am.” She smiled.

I took the box from her and thanked her. I wonder where this is from and who’s.

I don’t remember anyone telling me they’re sending a package nor have i ordered anything. Maybe this is a surprise from someone.

After giving the box, the little girl walks away. I closed the door and placed the box on the table.

I opened it and gasped at the stuff that is inside.

It was a dead cat.

The blood was fresh and it looked like it had been killed just now.

I crinkled my nose and hurriedly grabbed the box and throw it at the garbage can outside.

It has a horrible smell and I wouldn’t forget about the cat. I do not like cats, but still the image of the cat burned in my head and it’s awful. Why would someone do it to an animal?

Did the little girl do it? Why did she gave it to me? That was a horrible sight.

I was about to close my door as i get back inside when an arm stops it from closing.

I shrieked but then stopped when i see the little girl again standing on my doorway. “What is it that you need? Also, why did you bring me a dead cat? What is it for?”

The little girl looked like she had been crying and her hair is messy. Her red ribbon clip is gone and her pink dress is stained with red.

Could the red be…blood?

“I have something for you again, ma’am.” She smiled and gave me a piece of paper. With that, she ran and left.

I am confused. What’s wrong with that girl? It’s creeping me out. I closed the door immediately and locking it.

I sat down on my couch and checked the paper. It has something written on it.

“8 5 12 16   13 5.” What’s with these numbers? Does this have a secret message?

Or maybe the kid is just playing with me, nothing else. I crumpled the piece of paper and threw it on my trash can.

Around 5pm, i was just relaxing on my living room, watching my favorite show, when a knock on my door was heard again.