The light barely entered through the window. The oak tree with huge knots robs the night of it’s moonlight. Inside the air hung still. Thick humidity held lungs back. A single sound quietly keep a beat. The old style alarm clock ticked away the night.
A set of eyes half covered in a small bed peered into the bleak room. A sudden twinkle. The door knob spun way too slow. From behind the door, two shadows formed feet. The doorknob turns faster. The heart races.
“No, no, no, go away…” a tiny voice whispers silently against the night.
The door lock clinks. The top hinge screams out a dry creak.
The voice goes out. The breath stops. A shadow hovers in the doorway.
Eerie! The descriptions really sucked me in. Well written.
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Thank you darling. I was going for the scared child feel. The creaking floor board, hair on the back of the neck feel.
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Nice suspense!
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This has been bouncing around for a couple days. Hanging end seemed better than revealing the boogieman, or mom.
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