Knock On My Door

I was new in town, so I don't know why every morning or night a man knocks on my door. He is old and had a mysterious look on his face. He always had a bulgy pocket. The first time he knocked on my door I answered it. He said good morning. But he said my name. I asked him how he knows my name.

He ran off saying he was busy. I then never saw him again. In till that night. It was 10'o clock and I was sleep. I looked through the peep hole and saw nothing. I moved the curtain slowly from the window and saw the man.

I ran to the bathroom, hoping he didn't see me. I splashed water on my face. I look up and see him in the mirror. I turn around quickly thinking I was imagining. He was standing right behind me. I asked how got in. He said through the window. He asked me if I would go on a date with him and he was too afraid to ask the first time. I said no. He was ugly and looked 50 years old. He was creepy anyway. I showed him the door and he left. The next morning I heard a knock on the door. I was in the shower, so I couldn't get it. I hurried and put my robe on. I opened the bathroom door.

That man was there standing and staring at me.

At that point I just told him to leave and never come back. I went to work and got a phone call. My best friend called saying she saw a man in my house. She then said she called the police. But he was gone. The police or I didn't see him walk out. I then drove home. I felt so mad. I had no control of him. I got cameras in the inside and outside.

When I went to the store, I came back. My door was open and my cameras were gone. I went to my room and that old man clothes were on my bed. He wore the same thing every day.

I heard the shower on and nobody was in there. Then the old man push me in the tub with him butt naked.

I tried to push him off but he was to strong. I look at the face because blood was dripping down on me. It wasn't the old man. I didn't know what that thing was. It looked like an old demon. I then ran out the bathroom after getting free. I then heard the door knock. I opened the door. It was the old man. He asked why I was red and shaking.

I just stood there. Standing there. Staring. I told him to leave me alone. I called the police but they didn't answer. The police are supposed to answer.

I slammed the door shut and locked everything. I just sat there praying. I looked up at the ceiling and saw a red body. It had horns and was smiling. I then started to cry.

I never was so scared in my life. I ran outside and saw the old man. In front of my house. He ran in my house so fast I couldn't see him. I got a knife from the kitchen and followed the blood footsteps. I called the old man name. I just heard him call my name back. I turned around and he was standing there. He flashed into a demon that took my breathe away.

I then had a big claw go through my stomach.

Now I wake up in the hospital with him staring at me and laughing. I wish I could stop hearing his voice. Stop seeing him knocking on my hospital door. I wish I never answered the door.