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The door

It was midnight. I had awoken to a parched feeling. I rose out of my bed and walked to the end of the hall. I was about to head downstairs into the kitchen when I suddenly heard a thud, followed by a whispering noise behind me. The whispering seemed to be coming from the guest room across from my bedroom. Suddenly it stopped, and I decided it was just my mind playing tricks on me, like it often does.

I headed down the creaky wooden steps and opened the kitchen door. It was dark in there. Not that it wasn't usually dark at midnight, but this was a weird darkness... surreal. I flicked the switch, but the light just wouldn't turn on, so I walked into the darkness frantically searching for the cupboard handle.

My hand finally gripped the handle and I pulled it open. I then grabbed a glass. At that moment, I heard another large thud coming from upstairs. It startled me, and I dropped my glass. I was scared by then. I rushed back to my room and hid beneath the covers. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get back to sleep. Perhaps it was my thirst, or maybe the thought of leaving the glass scattered on the floor like that? No, I knew it was my fear of that noise!

Out of nowhere, I heard that whispering again, this time sounding as if it was coming from right outside my bedroom door. I started to hyperventilate. I was never good in these sorts of situations. I guess that's the reason I never really got into watching horror movies.

The whispering noise began to grow louder. I finally worked up the nerve and screamed: "SHUT UP!"

The house grew silent, along with my breathing. I gathered my thoughts and uncovered myself. I felt as if I were in a daze as I headed towards the door. I opened it very slightly and took a good look into the hall. It was empty and quiet. I took a step outside of my room and got a better look around. That's when I heard that thud again. It was coming from the guest room.

I inhaled and exhaled a gust of air as I swung the door to the guest room open. Then I was met with a great horror. There was a man hung from the ceiling fan, swaying and occasionally hitting the wall.

I backed out of the room and ran downstairs. I tried to open my front door when I suddenly heard the whispering noise again. This time it was clear:

"I tried to tell you not to enter the guest room..."

Written by Dazarbalt
Originally uploaded on January 27th, 2012
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