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[[File:Knock-0.jpg|thumb|352x352px]]{{M4R|The title is not properly capitalized, seems to need correcting in terms of formatting.}}There was a knock at the door.<br />At 4 A.M. it brought me out of my slumber.<br />Curious about who it could be at this hour I exited my bedroom and started making my way to the stairs. <br />It was then that a chill went up my spine. <br />Waking nightmares starting dancing on the top of my head.<br />I thought about ghouls.<br />I thought about ghosts. <br />I thought about things that go bump in the night.<br />The floorboards creaked underneath my feet.<br />The pounding at the door became violent.<br />I thought about the wave of missing person reports in my city.<br />Children now without parents.<br />Vanished from the face of the earth.<br />I began descending down the stairs. <br />The knocking became more and more aggressive. <br />I thought about the at-large serial killer in my city.<br />The letters they wrote to the press promising that more will die. <br />I stood in front of my door.<br />I thought about life. <br />I unlocked the door.<br />I thought about death<br />I turned the knob.<br />I thought about what it must be like to sleep forever. <br />I opened the door. <br />There stood my neighbor. <br />I had accidentally blocked his driveway with my car.<br />I apologized and moved it. <br />After all was said and done I sat on my sofa to catch my breath. <br />It was then I heard an inhuman screech from across the hall. <br />Silence fell but was soon ended by another sound. <br />There was a knock at the basement door.
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<poem>
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There was a knock at the door.
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At 4 A.M. it brought me out of my slumber.
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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 floorboards creaked 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 aggressive. 
  +
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 neighbor. 
  +
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.
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</poem>
 
[[Category:Poetry]]
 
[[Category:Poetry]]

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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 floorboards creaked 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 aggressive. 
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 neighbor. 
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.

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