Scratching

I wake up to the sound of rain pounding against my windows, the clock reads 2:47am. I groan then roll over and try to go back to bed. As I try to fall asleep, I listen to the sound of the rain, but I slowly become aware of another noise. I hear the rain, but I also hear a scratching sound. It’s too dark to see anything so I don’t dare open my door to see what it is. I pull the covers over my head and desperately try to sleep. The scratching gets louder, it’s almost as loud as the rain. Panicked, I get up and make my way to my bedroom door. I grope for the handle, when I find it, I quickly lock it. I stumble back to my bed, now feeling a little safer. I can’t stop picturing some hideous monstrosity, ready to rip me to pieces, lurking just on the other side of the door. The scratching goes on all night, I hardly get any sleep. I’m so terrified of what I may find when the sun rises. After what seems like an eternity the scratching stops. In the morning, I get out of bed, prepared to face whatever may still be in my house. I suddenly freeze, I am filled with terror as I gape at my bedroom door….the scratches are on the inside. Credit To – Lindsey P.