With fear that something might lurch out at me from the dark, I grabbed a flashlight and quietly crept to the chair next to the door. As the footsteps got louder and louder, I reached out and grabbed the knob and locked it. I leaned my head against the wall and listened, the footsteps had stopped, after a few minutes passed I let out a sigh of relief and went back to bed.
a few moments later there was a knock on my door confused I sat up as soon as I did the knocking became louder and louder the knocking became so loud it was unbearable to stand irritated, I yelled for it to stop the more I yelled at it the more it banged. afraid but angry, I got up, ran to the door and opened it and saw no one there, the only thing left was a bloody cloth with a detached hand.
