Sunday's Story - Knock
Where the knock was coming from I couldn’t decipher. But it was there; always. As soon as I got into bed and turned off the lights, it was there. It was a knock on the outside of the room, the sound slightly muffled; audible but never quite as crisp as when you make the sound yourself. Some nights it would be polite and quiet. A faint knock, but constant and on those nights my brain would eventually be able to minimise it to white noise and let me fall asleep. However, recently it’s been getting ever more anxious and the tempo of the knocks have been steadily increasing. But tonight; I’ve just shut my eyes. And not a moment after, there was a hammering of knocks. Not the patient knocks but a desperate frenzy of knocks that demanded attention. So I opened my eyes and got out of bed. Unconsciously training my ears to the sound. I stepped towards my wardrobe and couldn’t be mistaken; it was the source--- – The door flew open and a manic girl was throwing her arms aroun...