Horror story series

Time to Myself (Part 2)

                       Now the knocks have been more frequent for the past few days. It's been three weeks since James had moved into the neat little apartment. Just recently, James had been woken up at night, not once, but thrice.

                      Those knocks, what the hell are those? James had installed security cameras inside of the apartment, one looking into the living room and kitchen, one surveying the hallway that lead to his room, and one on the farthest top corner from the door in the what used to be kids bedroom.

                     Every. Damn. Night. James would hear the knocks, and when it was morning time and James got out of bed. He would look for the security cameras, but all of them had gone missing, like they were never there.

                   Even the little holes in the walls created from the screws after being drilled into the walls... Just disappeared, without a trace, like there were never holes in the first place. What he did find, was little bits of microchips from the security cameras floating from strings in the living room.

                 Everything was beginning to get into his head, the knocks, one that sounded way away from the kitchen, then, from the living room. Then, one final knock from the bedroom next door from him. Each night, they kept progressing to get louder and louder.

               Nothing was stopping, James was becoming mad, and not the angry kind, the crazy kind. He once again contacted his landlord, but, once again, he said that it was just the mice.

              James wanted nothing to do with this apartment anymore, but he paid a very large sum forwarded so that he could live in this apartment for longer without having to worry about rent.

              He realized his mistake too late. He should have listened. He should have stayed. He should have stood up for himself. Now, it's too late, he can't go back, not now, not ever.

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Whoopie, a second part of this series long after it had started, sorry for disappointing you all if you wanted to read this series. I have just been getting back into writing, and maybe, just maybe, I'll start to write some poems. I don't really know if it'll be sad, or happy, or mixed, or really emotional. That is what I really want to do, but as a writer, I want to not burden any of you with the saddening feelings I have. I know, this is a really long A/N, but I just wanted to put it our there. Let me know what kind of poems you would want to read, or if you would want to submit and idea of another scary story. Other that that, have a good day beautiful people.