The world has changed so much in the last couple years. Everything has been turned upside down. What I thought was safe is now no longer free from danger.
The room I am in is dark and eerie. It is silent. Not like quite but deathly silent. Then I heard foot steps... slowly...slowly coming closer and closer. The sounds of steps were pounding seeming endless. They were arithmetic beet of impending doom. It sounded like the beast angry and had revenge on its mind. The feet went thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack, coming closer with each coming second. The sound of a metal object followed the footsteps; it was a metallic scraping on cement. It sounded like an ax dragging behind each thwack of the step.
As the beast came closer I heard its raspy wheezing. Its inhale was long and slow. It wounded as if an old man on his death bed. It came at sporadic times. In the long pauses I was hoping what ever was coming to get me would just stop breathing and end the suspense. But it didn’t. Slowly and slowly it came closer and closer. It was now right at the door and there was nothing I could do now but wait and see what was going to come through the door.
The handle slowly turned and the beast found out the door was locked. The door began to rattle. The rattling became louder and louder it became so loud that it was thunder enveloping the whole room. It was like the door was being rattled off its hinges.
When the lock suddenly broke off and the door came swinging open. The light from the hallway illumined a large figure. With something large being drug behind the beast. Then I turned on the light by my bed and it was my Dad dragging an old metal chair from the other room to sit by my bed and read me a bed time story.
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