There Was a Knock at the Door

There was a knock at the door. At 4 A.M. it brought me out of my slumber. Curious about who it could be at this hour I exited my bedroom and started making my way to the stairs. It was then that a chill went up my spine. Waking nightmares starting dancing on the top of my head. I thought about ghouls. I thought about ghosts. I thought about things that go bump in the night. The floor boards creeked underneath my feet. The pounding at the door became violent. I thought about the wave of missing person reports in my city. Children now without parents. Vanished from the face of the earth. I began descending down the stairs. The knocking became more and more agressive. I thought about the at-large serial killer in my city. The letters they wrote to the press promising that more will die. I stood in front of my door. I thought about life. I unlocked the door. I thought about death I turned the knob. I thought about what it must be like to sleep forever. I opened the door. There stood my neighboor. I had accidentally blocked his driveway with my car. I apologized and moved it. After all was said and done I sat on my sofa to catch my breath. It was then I heard an inhuman screech from across the hall. Silence fell but was soon ended by another sound. There was a knock at the basement door.