Knock

The sun makes it's way up from beneath the earth. The light just now peering through the windows. The rays hitting my face ever so gently. A glorious day indeed. I look through the glass to see the outside world and the day that's held within it. The grass shining from the wet dew. Trees waving back and forth welcoming in the breeze that graze the leaves before they fall to the feet of passing people. Suddenly an uneasy feeling takes a hold over me. I turn my head to inspect my surroundings. Something in the air is unsettling. Living alone in a place big enough for 17 heads isn't helping to ease the tension that is circulating through these halls. My eyes searching for anything that stands out from the rest. Sunshine is flowing through this home as oxygen flows through ones lungs. Why does this feeling exist on such a day where beauty has such a strong hold of. In the silence, a loud knock echoes. My neck hair standing straight up. Walking slowly to the door. I reach out, hesitating. I ask "who's there?" Trying to sound demanding but instead comes across as a whisper. No answer. I try to peek through the small crack that's in the middle of the door and repeat " who's there?" This time it was followed by another knock, but it wasn't from the door. The sound is coming from down the hall. I quickly take hold of the pistol I keep in the top desk drawer located in the foyer. From the heavy breathing I was causing, you might think I had just ran a marathon. The blood pulsing through my veins of to what I will find when I reach the end of this hallway. The knock intensifies, but decides to knock in threes. I turn the corner pointing my pistol to what's in front of me. There's no one here. All there is, is a mirror hanging to my left and a closet door further down. The shadow has crawled it's way into my home, seems as if the sun has completely vanished from my presence. The dark crawling on the walls around me. I want to leave this part of my home, but also intrigued to find out where this knocking is hiding. 'Knock'. It's not coming from the closet door. 'Knock'. I turn to the mirror to hear 'knock'.