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Ding Dong
#Doorbell3am
It was 3 AM when the doorbell rang.
The sound sliced through the stillness of the night, sharp and jarring, like a scream sending shivers down my spine. My heart skipped in my chest as I blinked into the darkness of my room, the cool sheets tangled around me. The ringing echoed in my ears, louder than it should have been, closer. The air felt thick and heavy as though the house itself had taken on a life of its own.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to shake the fogginess of sleep, and tried to reason with myself. "It’s probably just a prank, some kids messing around." But then the bell rang again. It was unmistakable now, a deep, vibrating sound, like a warning. My pulse quickened.
I swung my legs out of bed and felt the cold floor under my feet, each step feeling too loud. I walked toward the door in a daze, the hallway dim and foreboding, as if the walls were closing in. My hand hovered over the doorknob, but a strange hesitation kept me rooted to the spot. Something wasn’t right.
Then another loud, but continuous ring. The doorbell, again.
I opened the door, heart pounding, but no one was there.
The empty porch greeted me, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, their lamps lined the narrow road like sentinels, standing tall and stoic against the quiet night. The amber rays casts long, jagged shadows that seemed to stretch and sway with the faint wind.
Nothing was out of place, I then checked the time on the kitchen clock: 3:05 AM.
I made my way back into bed, locking the bedroom door. But I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, then they stopped outside my door. And was replaced by the sound of keys rattling, it sounded as though someone was trying to open the door. I shouted hello....but only echoes answered back. I reached for my phone, but it was no longer by the bedside table where I left it before bed. Suddenly the steps sounded as though someone was now walking away from my room, before calm retuned briefly once more.
It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be anyone I knew...
It was 3 AM when the doorbell rang.
The sound sliced through the stillness of the night, sharp and jarring, like a scream sending shivers down my spine. My heart skipped in my chest as I blinked into the darkness of my room, the cool sheets tangled around me. The ringing echoed in my ears, louder than it should have been, closer. The air felt thick and heavy as though the house itself had taken on a life of its own.
I stared at the ceiling, trying to shake the fogginess of sleep, and tried to reason with myself. "It’s probably just a prank, some kids messing around." But then the bell rang again. It was unmistakable now, a deep, vibrating sound, like a warning. My pulse quickened.
I swung my legs out of bed and felt the cold floor under my feet, each step feeling too loud. I walked toward the door in a daze, the hallway dim and foreboding, as if the walls were closing in. My hand hovered over the doorknob, but a strange hesitation kept me rooted to the spot. Something wasn’t right.
Then another loud, but continuous ring. The doorbell, again.
I opened the door, heart pounding, but no one was there.
The empty porch greeted me, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, their lamps lined the narrow road like sentinels, standing tall and stoic against the quiet night. The amber rays casts long, jagged shadows that seemed to stretch and sway with the faint wind.
Nothing was out of place, I then checked the time on the kitchen clock: 3:05 AM.
I made my way back into bed, locking the bedroom door. But I could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, then they stopped outside my door. And was replaced by the sound of keys rattling, it sounded as though someone was trying to open the door. I shouted hello....but only echoes answered back. I reached for my phone, but it was no longer by the bedside table where I left it before bed. Suddenly the steps sounded as though someone was now walking away from my room, before calm retuned briefly once more.
It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be anyone I knew...
