I'm not the kind of person
To sleep early by any means,
Often due to my obsession
With watching scary videos on YouTube.
But this night was... different.
It was a dark and rainy night
(Cliché, I know),
With a relentless showering of rain
Splattering all throughout the city.
Normally I would have gone out
To hang out with my friends,
But I decided to bask in the
Sublime kisses of the water
Meeting concrete.
I stayed up as per usual,
Plucking the strings of my guitar
And playing video games
Deep into the night.
At around 130AM,
I called it a night
And went to bed.
Now, it takes me
About thirty minutes
To fall asleep.
At this point the
Rain had finally subsided,
Only for a strong gust of wind
To take its place.
The wind gusted through
With such a strength
I haven't experienced
Since the last time
I was confronted
With the Santa Ana winds.
It blasted through the streets,
Through the trees outside my bedroom window,
To the wind chimes that were
Outside my neighbor's house.
The noise was so chilling,
Yet so soothing...
It was hard to put into words.
And the wind slowly but surely
Put my restless mind at ease,
And I drifted off to sleep.
That was,
Until there was a knocking by
The kitchen door.
I distinctly heard it.
Quick but deliberate knocks,
Spreading themselves apart
By a couple of seconds
At a time.
The knocks sent
Shivers down my spine.
"Who can be up this late at night?" I thought.
I was the only person in the house who was awake,
And i feared that somebody
Hopped over our fence and
Was trying to break into our house
"It is only the wind" my aunt told me,
As I ran into her room,
Softly nudging her awake
From her deep slumber.
And, she was right.
We went to investigate the area,
Opening the kitchen door and
Peering out into the dark, cold night,
To discover that it indeed was
The wind blowing furiously at
The air vent that released the
Hot air from the kitchen stove.
And it indeed was knocking
With a sound that was very reminiscent
Of a person knocking at a door.
My aunt assured me
That this was a common occurrence
Late at night,
And that I should go back to sleep.
And so, I went back to bed,
With my fears left at the door.
That was, until I heard a knocking
By my bedroom window.
This, I knew, was not the same
As the knocking from the kitchen door,
For I could clearly hear
A fist hitting the glass
With slow, methodical knocks,
In tune with the wind
From outside.
Without looking at the figure outside,
I quickly slammed the window shut,
And closed my blinds.
I sat down at my bedside,
Trying to think about my next move,
When all of a sudden:
"There's no point locking the window, dear boy,
I'm in here with you"
Shocked at the deepness of this
Unfamiliar voice,
I tried to run away,
Only to feel two cold hands
Grip at my ankles.
