The Darkest One

The Darkest One Ch. 12 Crazy Delusions (Edited)

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Chapter 12 Crazy Delusions

I was going crazy. Those darn footsteps… They just kept pacing the hallway. They went up and down, up and down. And so far, for the past two hours, it was all I heard.  The soft thuds of feet hitting the carpeted floor of the hallway.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Turned.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

Turned.

It was the entire night. It was over and over again; never ending. All I had been able to do was listen to it. Every thud sent my heart racing. It just kept beating faster and faster. It felt like my heart was about to collapse from overdrive any minute now.

I listened as the footsteps drew to a stop, and I realized that it was turning again. It took three seconds before the footsteps started up again. This time it was coming in my direction. Each thud got louder and louder the closer it got to my door. Three seconds went by and then the thuds got softer and softer until I could barely hear them anymore. I was relaxed by that point but then the steps would only get louder again. It was a cycle; a continuous cycle that looked like it had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

But this time as the steps got softer, I lowered myself into bed. I was overwhelmed, I faintly realized, that I might just pass out from the exhaustion. I felt my body relax, even as the steps got louder. So loud that I would have thought the entire building would have been able to hear it. But my body was beyond caring now, it needed sleep. And it was going to get it despite the disturbance in the hallway.

I jumped up violently in my bed as the door shook. Thunderous kicking sounds came from the other side. I almost let out a strangled sob when I realized what was going on. It definitely had no plans of stopping and it definitely was not going to let me sleep.

Just as quick as it started, the door stopped shaking and the loud noises ceased. For three seconds, I had pure bliss, until the footsteps started up again. No, No, No, NO! I refused to let whatever that thing was control my life in fear. I wanted to be able to sleep, in own my bed, without having to worry about threatening footsteps.

I got out of my bed and walked slowly towards the door. The footsteps started to get louder again and I knew if I wanted to act it had to be now. My hand was on the doorknob, ready to be turn it but I froze.

My heart was beating so fast, I was sure it could be heard a mile away. I felt the fear rushing in opening the door was the last thing I wanted to do. I jumped back from the door as another loud bang came from the other side of the door. I felt my heart lodge in my throat and I tripped over my foot as I back up.

Silence filled the air. Then the footsteps started up again. The fear started to fade away. Slowly I stood back up. The thought of returning ot my bed after accomplishing nothing, annoyed me. I stepped closer to the door.

The steps didn’t even complete its full course; it was already banging on my door again. It was like it knew what I was doing, and it wanted to keep me in. But I took another step and the banging got louder. Still I took another step, and then another.

I was one step away from being directly in front of it. The banging was loud. It was all I heard and it felt like my eardrums were going to explode. I knew that if I stepped back that it would stop. That I would be encased into silence. But three seconds later, the silence would end, I knew it would happen.