I woke up
to hear knocking on window. I heard it again, but I saw nothing. I wanted to
call my mom or someone and then, there was a picture in my phone of me
sleeping. But.. I lived alone. I couldn’t breathe or move or anything. This was
too scary for me. “Are you scared?” I heard someone whisper. My hands started
to shake. “Who are you?” I asked. And no one answered for a while, and then “Don’t
worry my friend, we are safe here, they can’t get us.” Someone whispered back
again.
“Who are
you?” I repeated. Someone put the lights on. Can
I just freak out? I decided to leave. I walked to the door, but it was
locked somehow. Is this real? I can’t
get out, my home. “Really? Who are you and let me out of here!” I said and
tears fell down to my face. “I protect you.” I heard next. “For what?” I asked
and nothing, again. I went back to my bed. I was so tired and I had work the next day early in the morning. I was too scared to sleep.
My phone rang. It was 11:30am. “I’m late!” I said and then answered the phone. It was my
boss, “Are you okay?” He asked me. ”What? I’m so sorry I didn’t sleep so
well last night and I just woke up.” I said, oh this is so embarrassing. “Thank god!” He said. “Because this
morning someone was murdered there, in the same building where you live!” He
continued. I’m shocked. I couldn’t say anything, I turned my phone off.
“I protect
you.” Someone whispered again. “You woke up too late, because I kept you awake
last night. It had to be you. You had to die.” He said next, and I recognized, the voice belonged to a boy. “Who are you?” I asked one more time.
“I’m your
little brother Henry.” He answered. Henry had died two years earlier.



