I continued to make pointless conversation as he sat against the front door. He still seemed confused.
"Do you speak English?" I asked awkwardly trying not to sound rude.
He finally looked up at me, our eyes met and with a short awkward breath he said.
"No."
After that silence fled the room and I swear I thought I'd drown in the crushing awkwardness of the situation.
The sound of scratching on the door caught our attention. Slow and dragged out as if someone was dragging jagged knifes down the wood on the outside. He was panicking again and kept glancing up at the door nob to make sure it was locked. I wasn't completely sure what was happening but I knew that what ever is outside I don't want it to come in.
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