Knock
Lena was nine years old. She has never stayed at home to watch the house alone before
The opportunity came on this day. Mum and Dad were going to a party. They will come back very late.
At seven o'clock, her parents were out, Lena was standing at the door watching their car driving away. She looked up at the two grey birds, they were on the eaves, and she smiled happily.
Back in the room, she turned on the TV, filled the table with snacks. Lena wanted to try the feeling of watching TV for five hours.
Time passed by little by little, she felt sleepy, and her watch showed that it was already past twelve o'clock, yet her parents hadn't come back yet.
She suddenly felt deserted, the room felt a bit too big, and there could be anything hidden in any corner…
Lena turned off the TV and she listened attentively.
The room was quiet, very quiet.
She went back to her room, wrapped herself in a blanket, yet still felt it was too quiet. She couldn't bear it, so she turned on an old radio to relieve her boredom.
Several old songs came out from the radio, the signal was bad, and the sound became distorted. Lena listened for a while and wanted to reach out to turn off the radio, suddenly there was a low male voice from the broadcaster.
"…fled the madhouse this evening… buzz, buzz, buzz… Unconsciousness, have obvious symptoms of bipolar disorder… pip, pip, pip… Several deaths, with cruel means… Ziz… Please lock your doors and windows… Once found contact quickly… "
A loud thunder suddenly sent Lena into darkness, the only thing with her was the noise on the radio.
Ziz… buzz… zzz…
It's raining hard. The fuse in the house may have burnt. Lena pulled the blanket closer, frozen in there, unable to make herself move. She was all alone, the rustling in the radio fuzzier and fuzzier… Gradually stopped…
Suddenly, she heard a knocking sound coming from the dark. It was as soft as a murmur.
I must be hearing things!
You're not, knock, knock, knock… It kept on knocking.
Who will be knocking on the door so late… Mum and dad would use the key to open the door…
Lena slowly climbed to the side of her bed, curled up under the bed, shrinking herself more tightly; she wanted to let herself disappear.
No one knocked… No one…
Knock, knock, knock…
Someone was knocking at the door, who will it be so late… Lena was hiding in the quilt… the knocking on the door didn't stop…
She was tightly wrapped in the quilt, she didn't even dare to breathe, the sound of knocking, once again, once again, the sound came into her ears…
She was tightly wrapped in the quilt, she didn't even dare to breathe, the sound of beating, once, once, the sound came into her ears...
Knock, knock, knock ...
She gradually became sleepy, thinking that it was just a dream and fell asleep.
After no one knew how long, she heard multiple hurried footsteps and suddenly one hand caught her.
The owner of the hand was a police officer.
He held Lena out of the room, to the police car outside.
"Don't look back, kid." The police officer covered Lena's eyes with his hand.
But she still saw it through the crevice between his fingers.
Mum and dad were hung by ropes under the eaves, with four feet facing the door, and the wind was blowing…
Knock, knock, knock…
"This is the full version of Astoria's horror story, and thank you, my friend, who lives in room 203 across my dorm in college, for the inspiration of this story and also for telling me ghost stories back in those nights." -the author
