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The Pounding On The Door Part 2

We could be in serious danger. I needed to call the police, but both of our cellphones were by the couch, discarded where we had fallen asleep. I had to do something. I needed to try and take control of this. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, taking Lydia by the shoulders and moving her away from the door. She fought me for a second until I assured her I wasn't going to open it.

Another sharp rasp on the door.

Heart racing, I pressed my ear against the wood. I didn't hear a sound between the knocks. Not even breathing.

Summoning my courage, I cleared my throat and asked who they were and what they wanted.

A pause.

I jerked back as another assault on the door rattled the hinges. I stared at Lydia, looking for guidance, hoping she had an answer to this madness. Every second that passed I felt increasingly scared, the gravity of our position sinking deeper and deeper into my mind.

It's the devil.

I shook my head, disregarding the thought. That was ridiculous, an impossibility I wasn't going to humor. And yet, I felt... Something... On the other side of the door. I couldn't explain it, but it was this... Feeling... This weight, like there was a black hole sucking me through the wood.

I suddenly heard movement from the other side and I pressed my ear against the door once again. I didn't hear anything and I wondered if maybe, just maybe, the person had left.

Quietly, I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the door.

A large yellow eye and black face was staring back at me from the other side.

I screamed as soon as I saw it, pain rocketing through my eye socket. I fell back, clawing at my face as my vision swam and stars exploded in my skull. Lydia screamed and dropped to her knees next to me, asking what was wrong.

After a few seconds, the pain receded and I blinked back tears. Lydia just held me, terrified, and I looked at her, rubbing my eye. Her lip was quivering and I could tell she believed what she had said. That whatever was on the other side of the door... She thought was the devil.

I realized my own heart was racing and I took a few steady breaths. That eye... I shivered, not even wanting to think about it. I had never seen anything like it, the way it dilated when it saw me, the sick yellow color... What the fuck was in here with us?

Knock, knock, knock.

Lydia curled up into me, tears freely falling from her eyes. I was so confused and scared I just put an arm around her and stared at the bedroom door in the darkness. What was I suppose to do here? God help me, what was I suppose to DO?!
"He's come for me," Lydia wept, sobbing openly now, "I told him I was his if he would just give me happiness. I was a little girl, my parents were so mean..." her big wet eyes looked up into mine, "I didn't know what I was doing! I'm so sorry!" She covered her face now, "God never answered my prayers and I was so sad... I just... I just wanted to be happy so I thought...oh what have I done!" she cried, big horse sobs racking her slender body.

I took her face in my hands, forcing her to look up at me. Voice shaking, I asked what the hell she was talking about, a deep seed of terror rooting in my gut.

After another bone shaking series of knocking, she told me that when she was a little girl, her parents abused her. She cried herself to sleep night after night, begging God to send an angel to save her. God didn't seem to be listening and so, finally, she turned to the other side. She promised the devil he could have her if he would only bring her happiness.

Three days later her parents died in a car accident and she moved in with her grandparents who loved her deeply.

In the blackness of the bedroom, trapped and afraid, I listened to her story and felt nausea churn my stomach like rotten butter. As the words poured out of her mouth, I couldn't shake the image of the eye, staring back at me from under the door.