The Knock

"Stop!!" I yelled. Running away from the person that chased after me. I was breathing heavily. Panting the words out as I ran.

I dont how I ended up here in the middle of the night but all I know is that i got to get away from them. I dont really notice where I am at until make a turn at a curve and to a small neighborhood. My old neighborhood. Where I grew up.

"Get back here you little bitch!" He yelled. His voice distant but get close. I pick up my pace when i arrive at my childhood home. Instead of going in through the front door I go through the back like a typical habit of mine.

Opening the door from the back and shutting it closed, hiding from those who were after me. After a small pausing I check out my surroundings. I have not been here in years. Not after my dad passed away. I take a few steps forward and notice the living room is absolutely trashed. The kitchen is a mess and the kitchen table is falling apart. "What happened?" I whisper to myself. Forgetting that this is no longer my home.

I walk towards the hallway that leads me to my old room and slowly open the door when there is a sudden knock to the front door of the house.

"Open up, darling." His voice was menacing behind the closed door.*