Knock Knock

Knock Knock Knock. There's a knocking at my door.

The sound startled me. No one knocks on my door. Especially where the door is. Especially when it is a moonless night. Especially when it is silent. Especially now!

Knock Knock Knock. The knocking continues.

Go away! I must not let whoever it is inside. Not Now! Not after what I've just done.

Knock Knock Knock. The knocking is loud.

Don't they understand? I want to be alone. Like I've always been in life. Alone. No one cared to knock at my door.

Knock Knock Knock. It is persistent.

Agitated at the sound, my nerves make me jump. My mind is racing. Racing to what end. How to end the knock. How to end the day. Racing to hide. Hide what I've done.

Knock Knock Knock. There's a knock at my door.

Ooooo. Stop. How do they know? What I've done. How do they know? The sound of the knocking pounds deep into my chest. It is a drumbeat of accusation. Stop. Please stop.

Knock Knock Knock. This knock must be answered.

I look in panic at what I've done. I race into the bedroom to get a sheet to cover what I've done. She can rest in peace now. Because of what I've done. But where is my peace? I go to the kitchen and retrieve a butcher knife from the butcher block. I go to the door.

Knock Knock Knock.

I answer the door.