Short Stories

Story 7

It was cold outside and the wind was blowing lightly as I pulled up my grey sweater cuddling into it trying to warm myself up.

I've always hated going out late especially at night. I always had these dreams that there was this tall man with no face that would follow me on the streets and that one by one the sidewalk lights would go out as he got closer.

But that's besides the point.

I finally made it to my condo only to drop my keys as I almost put them in the lock. It was so cold I could barley hold them. I bent over picking the keys up and putting it in the icey lock as I turned and pushed open the door reveling the warmth inside.

I sniffed rubbing the end of my nose with my sweater paws and set down the keys and bags of candy. Of course it being midnight I put them up, but I was expecting company later on the next day.

I sat on my bed kicking my shoes off and pulling the comforter up to my nose still shivering from how cold it was in the house.

Just before I fell asleep I heard a tap. Then another and then it got louder and impatient as if someone... or something was waiting for me to open the room to my bedroom that was tightly shut off.

Two minutes.. it has only been two until I heard a pebble like knock on my door again.

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News Report 2 days later

Kat Markham pronounced dead August 31, 2015 at 3:00am after friend found her in her bedroom sitting up staring at the door as if she was waiting for someone.