Let me in

Her day wasn't anything out of the normal. She woke up at 7am, got ready for work, ate a quick breakfast and went to work.

Eight hours later around 4pm she came home, made dinner and relaxed with some TV. Even made herself a glass of wine. It was her day off tomorrow. She could get as wasted as she wants. But right now reruns of Star Trek are calling her name.

That night when she went to sleep after binge watching a season of Star Trek she had the most particular dream. She dreamed a girl came to her front door, holding her wounded shoulder and asking to be let in. Something felt off about the dream. Not quite a nightmare but not a wonderful dream either.

She put the dream out of her mind.

Until later, late at night while she was watching TV there was a knock on her door. She looked at the time.

11:45pm.

Who would be at the door at this hour? She got up, unlocking the door. When she opened it, putting the porch light on. She felt her heart stop.

There was the girl from her not nightmare. Small, wounded and bleeding shoulder and looking weak. Her hair hid most of her face as she clutched her shoulder. "Please...help. Let me in. I just need help."

But her senses told her to run. Run far away from this girl because she was bad news. She let out a shaking breath. "Just a moment." She closed the door, locking it and getting her phone off the couch, calling 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" She spoke quickly. Fear getting the better of her. "Yes, I need the police." "Your reason?" "I think someone is trying to break in my house. This sounds stupid but I had a dream about a girl, her shoulder was wounded and she asked to be let in. And now there's a girl at my door with a wounded shoulder asking to be let in. I'm sorry, I'm so freaked out right now." "Do you have any friends who prank?" "No. I'm a loner. I keep to myself-" she was cut off by pounding from her door. There loud, aggressive, knocks.

She jumped. "Oh god, did you hear that?" "Hear what miss?" Her voice started shaking. "She's pounding at the door. I...I don't know what to do." "Mam, police are on there way. Just stay on the line."

She took in a shaking breath when the pounding got worse. Nearly breaking the door and the girls voice was nearly screaming.

"Let me in! Let me in" let me in!"

The girl outside screamed, nearly breaking the door with her fists. The woman dropped her phone, running from the door and getting her gun that she keeps for home protection. She got the gun and hid underneath the kitchen table which wasn't far from the front door in her apartment.

The pounding kept m getting louder and the screaming piercing. Until the noise was replaced with the wood of the door splintering and falling to the ground.

The woman under the table tried not to cry in fear as she saw this girl step in though the hole where the door used to be.

She had her gun ready and cocked but the girl was quicker. She appeared in front of the woman within a second, making her jump and scream.

She got out from under the table, holding her gun as steady as possible. The girl was bleeding from her shoulder but her hair still hid most of her face but what it didn't terrifying. Her skin was dark, like that of a corpse. Her eye red as she reached out to the woman.

The woman sobbed, terrified and before the girl could make a move she got her gun, emptying the entire magazine into this girl.

But she didn't move.

She didn't flinch.

She didn't bleed.

The woman heard the sound of sirens outside and saw the red and blue lights.

But that was her last memory before the girl attacked.

What the police came into was nothing short of disturbing. There was blood all over the kitchen, the body thin, pale and appears to have been drained. The one officer spoke into his shoulder. "Dispatch, send back up. We got another."