Knock Knock
Written by: Aniket
Knock Knock
Its happening again. He’s back. “Help! Somebody help me!”
No one hears me. No one is going to come. No one ever comes.
I run to the kitchen and pick the biggest knife I can find.
Knock Knock, he goes again. Louder this time.
“Open the door Celia,” he shouts. He’s already taken my baby. Now he’s come to get me too.
But I wont go down without a fight. I wont.
Thud Thud.
He’s trying to break down the door. I slide the knife along my fingers and press it against my fingertip. Blood. Its sharp enough.
I walk to the door, knife ahead, careful not to alert him. This time he’ll pay for what he did to me. For what he did to him. My baby. My poor baby.
Slam.
He breaks in through the door. I was ready for him. Stab. Stab. Stab. He goes down. Stab. Stab. Stab. I win this time.
It was the next door neighbor. So he was in it too. Like Uncle Ned, and Sam. And Martha. They’re all in it together. They killed my baby!
I should have followed Dad’s advice. May be then he would’ve been safe.
I take my knife, scoop his left eye out of the socket, and throw it out of the door. Then slam it shut and sit back against it.
Dad always said, “Keep an eye out if you want to be safe”. Should have listened to him. I will, now.
I still have three of them in the house. I’ll be safe for a while…