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I lie awake as I stare at the ceiling.
Everything was dead silent especially at the time.
Everyone is expected to sleep. The knocking never stops.
Everyone is expected to sleep. The knocking never stops.
It is as if it is expecting me to be
welcomed inside. It willingly knocks over and over again.
I could hear and feel the growing intensity of force applied by the knocks.
It was not made by a hand but by its long nails. I could tell by the sound.
I could hear and feel the growing intensity of force applied by the knocks.
It was not made by a hand but by its long nails. I could tell by the sound.
I suddenly realized that I was already
sweating. Its iciness left me motionless. I knew what I was feeling. It was the
fear. The most terrifying of all is that I’m not alone with the knocking
creature.
Lying beside me is my mother who carries a
wonder inside her womb.