One-Shots

Lock Your Door

I was just reading a book, with the television going on in the background, providing some background noise. Just a regular night as always. All was in place, every sound was peaceful as it normally was, just as I liked it.

I was just reaching the best part of the story, but the sound of something interrupted me as the unknown source fell on the floor. I jumped practically a mile out of my socks and looked for what caused the noise. Thankfully, it was an empty can, nothing that bad. I walked over to the can and threw it into the trash. The vent probably had it fall down. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Now with the issue being taken care of, I walked over to my book and started reading once again, with the suspense climbing more and more by every sentence read. But was interrupted once again, this time by something falling farther away. I walked out of the room and across the hall, to see a glass cup smashed to smithereens, with it most likely being thrown on the wall, since the shards were close to the wall.

That's not normal.

I quickly ran back into my room and looked for my phone, but it wasn't there. I could have sworn it was right there a minute ago..

Was someone in my house?

There is the possibility that someone was in my house, and I couldn't found my phone and I don't have a landline because this is the 21st century after all. How cliche could this get?

I did the next best option I had and grabbed a lamp to serve as my trusty weapon to defend against myself. This would have to do.

With my lamp at my side I walked into the doorway, with my senses on high alert as my eyes took in the panoramic view of my hallway. Deeming the coast clear, I took steps into the hallway. Nothing happened.

I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding in as I took another step.

It was at that moment that the lights turned off, surrounding me in darkness.

This is really not normal.

Thankfully, I already had the whole floor plan memorized so I shouldn't have much of a problem getting around. If the power didn't go out, now would be a great time to plug in that lamp.

I walked past a corner, my senses on high alert as every room was checked, and every door was locked. I could hear my heartbeat hammering in my chest as I tried to protect my house.

Wait, I don't think that's the thumping of my heart.

No, my heart is thumping way louder and this other noise sounds more like footsteps. Maybe it's hailing outside or something?

I then stepped into what I assume to be my living room since I had to through in my search. The coast was clear.

It was at that moment the power came on.

The television turned on with some random news station or something of the sorts while the lights were now fully on.

But in the middle of the foyer there seemed to be a shadow of a man standing right there before it disappeared suddenly.

Very not normal.

Either way, the lights were back on, so I could do stuff. regardless if someone was here to kidnap me or not.

This searching has made me extremely thirsty, so I head over to the kitchen to grab some soda to replenish my throat.

I then heard the pans handing off of the rack thing start banging together, almost making me spill soda all over myself.

But suddenly it stopped.

Instead it was replaced by a light tapping sound.

The tapping became tipping.

The tipping became knocking.

The knocking became thumping.

The thumping became clanging.

The clanging just became straight up noise that would make anyone want to cover their ears and I was surprised that my door was even lasting that long.

I hesitantly walked over to the living room, trying to ignore the noise of the door, but it wouldn't stop.

It became worse and worse by the second, making my hands shake and I could feel the sweat developing.

But then, it all stopped. There was no knocking. Even the television was turned off.

I think I was safe.

I took a sip of my drink, but the lights turned off once again.

I looked up, and saw a leg kick the door open, and the light from outside rushed in, with the silhouette of the man I saw earlier standing in front of me in my doorway.

"Want a Sprite Cranberry?"