None of us realized what we were getting into. David is the one who clicked on the post and decided we should play.
It was from callme_469
We grew silent and stared at each other.
The knocking began again, this time all around us.
THUD THUD THUD
It came from the kitchen cabinets, from closets, from cupboards, doorways, it rattled the mirrors of the medicine cabinets, it shook from inside of the refrigerator. It rapped at everything that had a door and when that didn’t work it began knocking on walls, the ceiling and floors.
David began hyperventilating. I was in shock.
Then as quickly as it began, it ended. Headlights bathed the front of the house through the kitchen window. Before long we could hear someone at the lock muttering: “Goddamit”
Knock, knock, knock.
“Hey!” His shouts were muffled behind the door. “I can’t get my key to–nevermind.”
We both heard the sound as the key found it’s home in the lock tumblers and snicked the bolt aside.
I may have imagined the monstrous, formless shadow that loomed behind him; imagined the smile full of teeth shining in the dark like boxcutter blades…
…But I can’t be sure if I saw anything, because as soon as the door inched open wide enough, I bolted out, past David’s father and his confused expression of shock, and out into the night.
I didn’t stop running until I was at the door to my own house, but I couldn’t bring myself to open it; unsure of whether it was safe. Initially I’d grazed the handle and couldn’t be sure if I’d heard a knock or if it was the beating sound of blood in my ears.
I recognized the line from my years in Sunday School–paraphrased and perverted to serve its sinister purpose:
I’ve been calling David for hours now. He isn’t picking up.