Hi,
The following story was born out of a phrase “there was a knock at the door…”. Hope you like it.
A Visitor at Night
It was a hot night and the lights were off. I got out of bed and went downstairs towards the living room. Everything was silent except for the rocking chair. My grandfather usually sits rocking on his rocking chair.
Slowly, I groped in the dark making my way to the kitchen. Drinking some cool water from the fridge, I turned to see a dark shadow at the door. As I moved, something hit me on my head. And there was nothing but darkness and silence. When I recovered, nobody was there. Maybe I had hit my head on the kitchen door. Read the rest of this entry »
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