Knock On the Door

On a cloudy day of July field work took me to a forested countryside, the night I had to spend there alone in an isolated dilapidated bungalow perched on a desolate plateau top. At the dead of night came the rains in a torrent riding on the wings of fierce tropical storm, pounding waves of gusty winds lashed at window panes rattling at each stroke of hammering thunder, the lightning flashed on the quivering foliage, their moist shadows making myriad of eerie shapes that slithered on the flooded ground. At the sudden strike of the thunderbolt somewhere on the house the flickering lights went out. In candle light the darkness became even more engulfing as I heard a sharp knock on the cracked wooden door, I opened with the shaking hands, find no one there except the slant arrows of rain piercing the opaque night. The knocks repeated several times sending surge of shiver through me in the dark. The creeping fear kept me wide awake while I nursed the goosebumps the whole night with peg on peg of whisky knocking on my head. December 19, 2018 Contest : Give Me Goosebumps Sponsored by : Nina Parmenter