This could be a cliché thing that always happens in thrillers and horror movies but nevertheless it is not any less frightening when it actually happens to you.
I live in a small apartment and have a very below average life as an average looking guy and have had my share of flings and relatively equal amount of heartbreaks. I digress.
Getting back to the knock at the door, the first time it happened, I waived it off as a rat or a cat or maybe the wind (even though I wouldn't know how).
But the other day I heard it again, I was jerked back to consciousness with my face mashed to my bed.
I didn't bother to check the wall clock and groggily walked to the door and opened it and evidently no one was there. I again chose to neglect and ignore.
It could be the wind again or some nosy kids next door. This was when I had an impulse to look at the clock. It was 2:00 AM.
'Well, maybe just the wind then' I convinced myself apathetically and went back to my welcoming cot.
The third time I witnessed this knock is more vivid because I was watching a late night movie like I mostly do on a Saturday night when I heard the audible but soft knock.
I turned down the volume on the TV and walked to the door and opened it to again find no evidence of anything capable of knocking.
Even though I couldn't shake off the feeling of a presence in the apartment, I continued to watch the movie when I heard it again after a while.
And only this time I realized that it came from inside my apartment. The knock was coming from my closet.
I trembled as the adrenaline kicked in to increase my heartbeat and quickened my breathing.
I slowly walked to the closet and heard the knock again only louder as if the thing inside wanted to be let out. I grabbed the handle and opened it in one quick sweep.
"What do you want?" I asked looking at the decaying body. It was my girlfriend. She always keeps trying to remind me of her presence to the point that it gets aggravating.
How could I forget her?
We had a rocky relationship and she had the nerve to cheat on me and wished to break-up per contra I forgave her after ramming her head into the wall and hid her in the closet.
She can't leave me now. We can always be together.