A man sits alone in his room.
He’s been sitting for days.
The world outside is silent, not one animal, not one person.
He sat in silence, staring at his wall.
……………
Knock
The man stays staring at the wall as his mind is in another world.
Knock Knock
The man hears the noise, the first noise, something brushing against his door, something hitting his door.
The man stays still while looking at the door. The shadow of another thing cast under the door.
The man hadn't heard the sound of wind, the blank rumbling was all he had to listen to.
The man reached over to his door knob, it’s cold.
He twists the knob gently, and is met with no resistance.
His first movement, he turns in his chair, he should be the only one around.
The shadow is still underneath his door, the knob as cold as ice, burning his warm hands.
The door knob is opened but the door stays.
In one quick motion the man throws open the door.
No wind, No sound, No movement.
His eyes are met with another door, no space between his door and this one.
The door has a shadow underneath it.
As the man reaches to touch the knob, he feels something, his senses, something is behind him.
The power, his hairs stand, his body shivers.
Something is moving behind him.
The man slowly turns his head, his eyes trailing behind.
The man is met with a door, there is a shadow underneath it, no sound, no wind, no senses.
The man grips the knob, it's cold, it burns his hand to touch.
The man opens the door, and is met with another door.
No space exists between his door and this one.
There is a shadow beneath the door.
The man feels something, there is something moving behind him.
Something is making noise, breath, he feels its breath behind him.
His body turns slowly, his eyes meet with another door.
There is a shadow underneath it.