Ding Dong

“Ding Dong”
I woke up from a very deep slumber when I heard the door bell. It rang once and I was not completely sure if it had rung at all. Perhaps I dreamed of it. I looked down at my tummy where the forgotten story book laid. My left arm was numb from dangling behind my head and my right arm casually resting on the book. I blinked when I felt the corner of my mouth wet.
“Oh gross!!” I quickly set up, ignoring the slight ache at the back of my neck. Just as I was about to stand, I heard it again.
“Ding Dong”
I froze in mid stand, “Oh Gosh! Someone IS at the door!” I quickly dashed over to the dining room where mom kept a small mirror over the sink. I checked my reflection and frown when I saw the aftermath of my drool. I quickly washed my mouth and wiped it clean. Adjusted my hair and rushed to the door. I stopped halfway to pick up my glasses.
“Ding Dong”
“Geezz I am coming” I said to myself but I’m sure the “person” couldn’t hear me. As I walked pass the window I notice it was pouring heavily outside. Just as I reached for the door knob the lights went off. I gasped loudly but didn’t move forward to turn the knob. Something told me to give it another ring before I decide if I should open the door. The house is completely dark and silent. The humming from the old refrigerator had stopped.
I waited and was actually debating if I should look through the peephole. I finally stood on my toes and took a deep shaky breath before leaning to look in. It was pointless, outside it was completely dark. I can’t even make out if there is anyone standing in front the door.
“Of course the porch light is out too…genius “
I lean in and put my ear on the door and waited, listening to any movements outside. “Should I call out?” I wondered.
I nearly screamed when the door was banged on instead of the “Ding Dong” I was expecting.
Just as I was about to ask who it was, I heard heavy footstep retreating.
“Should I call out or should I just open the door?” I asked myself. Is it safe ? I’m alone at home after all.
But I decided to just leave it be and go look for torchlight. Besides if the “person” was someone I know and desperate they would have tried calling my name. But before I turned to leave, I once again pressed my ear to the door. Just in case I hear em coming back. I lower my breath and strain my ear to listen. It was quite difficult to hear anything aside the rain pour.
“Oh well” I said and just as I was about to push myself from the door, when I felt a large hand pressed against my head, pressing my head back to the door. Hard.
My heart skipped a beat and I was frozen shocked. I felt the hand loosen it’s grip on my head. I opened my mouth to scream but chocked when the hand gripped my neck instead. Squeezing it hard. My eyes started to water and I being to gasp from lack of oxygen. A sharp pain to the back of my head was all I felt before I hit the floor.