Knock. Knock. Knock.
That echoes through my house as I get up out of bed. I rub my eyes and stumble over to the light switch. I pause before moving anywhere else, thinking I may have imagined it.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Thinking I heard a noise, I jump awake and hurry to turn on the light. As I stand here, wondering if what I heard was real, I think that this seems familiar. Had I not just woken up?
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My eyes slowly peel open as I realize I am once again waking up to an unknown noise. This time I skip the light switch and start down the hallway. I search for where I think the sound came from.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
This time, I am determined and I rush into the sitting room right after opening my eyes. I must find out where this sound is coming from! This time, I think I may be able to tell where it comes from if I stand still, hoping maybe I hear the knocking before I wake up.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Left,” I mutter to myself as I wake up, thinking I heard it to the left of where I last was. I get out of bed and rush to where I was in the sitting room. I slowly look to my left.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I spring to life as I open my eyes and run back to where I stood before. I look left and face the closet door. Normally the closet is empty, but this time I am not so sure.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Rising up and sprinting down the hall and into the sitting room where I stood before, I turn to my left and start to walk forward. I get closer and closer to the door, my heart starts pounding. I reach out to grab the handle but before I can, the handle starts to turn.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Before I even open my eyes, I run down the hall and to the living room – I make a b-line to the door and reach out my hand. As I get close to the handle, it turns on its own. The door opens.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I open my eyes, but I am not back in my bed. I am still standing in front of the door. I view inside and see only darkness, darker than the darkest sky.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The knocking seems to be coming from deep inside the closet. I hold my breath and step inside. I must find out where this knocking is coming from.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Darkness consumes me. There are no sounds. There are no feelings.
…
There is no knocking this time. Time is no more. There is no sky, or ground, or walls – only blackness.
…
I am getting hungry. I want to see something. I lay down on the black ground – it is cold and hard.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
As I hear the echoing knocks, I start fading off. My eyes are drifting closed, or I think they are. As I go, I hear a distant call of my name “Jeremy…”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
I open my eyes, slowly and I see that I am back in my room. But, I am so hungry and I cannot get up. I am too weak.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
My eyes do not open up this time. My breathing is hard and my heart is slowing. As I die, I think, “Was this real life, or was it a fantasy?”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
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Asher Roland 