The Hanging Man

Rays of moonlight streamed from the window through the room. It was midnight, the only things that could be seen were the silhouettes of the objects strewn around my room. I blinked through the darkness as the creak of the door to my closet echoed along the walls, the noise having woken me up.
How did the door open if there was no breeze inside the room? The window was closed and the door to my room was shut too.
None of my siblings could be hiding inside my closet. I lived alone. It's been four years since I moved out of my parent's home. There was no possible way someone could've broken into my house....

The door to the closet creaked louder, it's rusty hinges screaming at me. Telling me how old they were just by the sound.
I hid under the covers of my bed, curiosity turned into fear.
Terror gripped my very being as it choked the breath out of me. I lifted the covers to peer at the closet and hid back under them. The image raced through my mind.

A figure, more like a shadow. I saw him or her inside my closet. I couldn't identified them because the light of the moon didn't reach my whole room.

Was the person waiting for me to let my guard down? Did they want to see how I writhe in fear before killing me? But, why were they floating?
I observed as the figure stayed afloat by an invisible force. They didn't touch the ground. Was it a ghost? A demon? I wasn't sure.

Cold sweat pooled down the base of my spine.  I lay still as a stone  inside my blankets. I imagined every possible outcome that could happen to me with this strange entity inside my closet.
Slowly, sleep started clouding my mind, until it finally managed to overcome my consciousness.

No dreams came for me that night.
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Sunlight poked around my face. I groaned as the rays of the light annoyed me. I've never been a fan of the day, always preferring the night because of the dreadful sun. I startled as the sound of my meow made me open my eyes that were still clouded in a haze of sleep.
Ah, that must be my cat. He must be hungry....

My eyes shot open and I sat up, shock and fear returned to me.
I paled as I saw my cat sitting on the edge of my bed, it's green eyes looked at me in amusement and longing. Ha, an animal showing those kind of emotions a human had. But. The questions started clouding my mind.

Wasn't my cat dead? A car being the cause of his death. How? How was my cat here?!
Many questions popped but little answers appeared.

The memories of the night suddenly plagued my head. My heart started beating fast as my veins turned into ice. With fear clawing up my throat, I slowly turned to the closet, hearing only the pounding of my rapid heart as I trembled.
But instead of fearing the worst at what I saw, only tears of sadness and shock slid down my cheeks.

It was true, that in the closet there was a man. He was dead, a rope around his neck. His eyes looked blank and there appeared to be tear tracks on his face. As if he had been crying as he did the deed that costed his life.

As I observed the corpse hanging from the rail of my closet, I understood what happened. I looked at my dead cat as the fear that had once overcame me faded. Everything was clear to me. I couldn't deny the truth that was being shown to me. 

The hanging man in the closet.

That was me.