My Ranting Place

Figure in the dark

A feather soft tickling on my left foot was what woke me up from my usual deep slumber. No light was still sifting through the curtains that were covering the window haphazardly.

I sat up while rubbing my eyes so as to grab the context of the situation. What stopped me right there and then in a particularly weird stance was the feeling of a presence at the foot of my bed.

I gulped and sent a silent prayer up the sky. In an abrupt moment, I lunged towards the nightstand and attempted to turn the bedside lamp on. But it just proved that the light was out as I couldn't do so.

That was the moment I heard it.

The door handle being twisted; as if to open the door.

With bated breath, I picked my glasses from the nightstand and put them on shakily. Goosebumps covered my entire body in the mere seconds I struggled to get hold of my mobile in the sheer darkness of the moonless night; only to find it discharged as I had forgotten to turn the switch of the charger on.

Instant regret followed by fear filled my whole existence.

Then I heard the door close once more.

Click

A sound of footsteps started to come from right out the door as if someone was walking away at a very slow pace.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I whimpered involuntarily as the feeling of utter terror seized me.

And the tapping stopped.
And then it started getting louder after it resumed.

I clamped my mouth shut and turned my face towards the door.

With the help of a bit of adrenaline, I inched my hand towards the lamp and gripped it tightly.

Despite my shivering, I called out loudly, "Who is there?".

The tapping stopped right outside my room's door.

"Don't you know me?", inquired a menacing voice.

And I woke up screaming my lungs out.

I really needed to cut down my love for horror genre.
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