My head pounded. As though my thoughts were trapped begging to be released. So much screaming. It was frantically clawing at my ear drums. I opened my eyes. They were heavy ladened with tears. The room was dark and cold. It smelled of stagnant air. My head laid upon my knees as I drew them closer to my chest. I have a fear of the dark and I sunk deeper into the corner of the small room. I painfully lifted my head. My vision blurry I see a soft light emerging from beneath the door. I could see the shadow of beings passing by and one slowly paused. The shadow elongated and slim. It scratched at the door slowly at first. The door was locked on the inside. I knew it wanted me. Persuading me, taunting me. Serenading me with tunes of sweet empty promises. I sunk further into the corner. Tap...tap ...tap. The nails kept an impatient rhythm. The taps turn to knocks, knocks to pounds. Each pound on the locked door shook the frame. The small room echoed the vibrations. Louder and louder; harder and harder. Pound… pound… pound. It stopped. The room quiet and the air again stagnant. I couldn't hear a sound and the shadows no longer passed through the soft light. The silence deafoned me. The world felt as though it had stopped. Until a feminine voice lightly cut through the blanket of silence.
"Amu, Are you in there?" Rima's voice glided through the air. My eyes widened in disbelief as I began to slowly crawl toward the door. "Amu are you okay? Can you hear me? Amu?" She continued. Then it began as I touched the soft light. The pounding, the scratching. No more rhythm, but now frantic clawing. The room shook. In fear I stood still as the room around animated with the hostility of this figure. I couldn't open that door in fear of the figure claiming my soul. In doing so I knew Rima would remain unaware of my plight. After my inability to cry out I heard her steps getting quiet as she walked away. And I was now alone with the clawing and pounding. The door began to splinter and give way.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I leaped from my bed upright. Without a thought I had scurried through the darkness to the corner of my bed afraid of myself. A sharp pain speared through my side as I felt blood pool from my wounds from earlier in the night. 5 AM pierced through the night In bright red digital light. Morning wouldn't come for an hour or so and the house would wake up to scuttle through the daily grind soon and so would I. Till then I wept in the corner silent and still. I wanted to be okay…
