Who's it?

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
LOL...my first try on horror story as well as my first try on second person POV. I just hope knock knock games are as popular in rest of the world as they are in India.

Submitted: October 05, 2011

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Submitted: October 05, 2011

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Who’s it?

Your Gravestone reads.

“R.I.P.

Olivia Ellie Mederson

16.07.1988-16.07.2011”

Like the strange familiarity between your birth and death date, there was a strange familiarity between your childhood play games and your death. When you were five playing your favorite knock-knock game in your beautiful knee length frock and with flowing wavy locks, you would never have thought you’ll die of a knock-knock game.

Your friend would play with you always.

“Knock- knock- knocks”

“Who is this?”

“Post man”

“What did you brought?”

“Letter”

“Read aloud”

“You’ll be haunted by a ghost at mid-night.”

“Nonsense”

“Knock-knock-knock”

“Who is this?”

“Television delivery”

“Put it there”

“Knock-knock-knock”

“Who is this?”

“The Ghost!!!”

Then you would shout and run away, looking like an angel and your friends will run behind to catch you.

As the years passed by, you grew more beautiful with your wavy brown hair and perfect white face. You didn’t know but you were secretly loved while you loved someone else. You would never have known about your love, if you had, you would be alive or maybe not?

You were proposed by your childhood friend. You were good-natured, not a heart breaker; but you loved someone else and that was not a sin so you politely turned him down. Your friend smiled but you didn’t know that revenge was in his heart, though dug deep within.

After a few years, when you were soon to be married; you were happily preparing for your wedding. You were trying on your dresses that were newly bought. You looked as pretty as always. Then suddenly there was a knock on your door.

“Knock-knock-knock”

“Who is this?”

“Postman”

“What did you brought?”

“A letter”

You were not presentably dressed, so you possibly could not open the doors so you yelled from within.

“Read aloud.”

“You’ll be haunted by a ghost at the stroke of mid-night.”

You inwardly laughed. You had grown up enough to laugh at your once favorite game. You took it as a lame joke and asked the post man to go away. You had to go with your best friend of childhood and your fiancé now to a dinner party. You put your new clothes away and dress up in a blood red gown, favorite color of your old ‘friend’. You wondered why your friend liked blood red.

“Knock-knock-knock”

“Who is this?”

“Television”

It was the new television which had to go with you to your husband’s house; you open the door and let the delivery man keep it in your room. You give him a genuine smile and paid him tip. You closed the door. No one was at your house. Your parents had gone for some other dinner party, leaving you alone.

Your phone ringed, you picked it up seeing it was from your fiancé, you were always happy to talk with him but you got upset when your fiancé told you the dinner was cancelled and you were not going anywhere. You didn’t like how your fiancé didn’t told you before and you decline his offer to give you company and slammed the phone shut.

It was early in the evening. You changed into some comfortable night clothes which were hideous to your parents but to you what is comfortable is always the most fashionable and so you loved them. You prepared dinner for yourself and sat on the lazy couch switching on the television. You always liked seeing horror movies and so you decided to put some horror movie.

You remembered your fiancé bragging about seeing the scariest horror movie ‘the exorcist’ alone without getting tiniest bit scared and you decided you’ll watch it alone too. You got fairly scared, that was how you were. You got scared easily even though you prophesized that you never got scared of anything and liked ghost and blood.

By the end of the movie, half of your popcorn were lying on the ground, a forth on your laps some in your hair and a few revolting to fall out from your fully scared open mouth. You refused to close your eyes so that when you open them you won’t have to see a ghost.

You checked the door, securely locked. You checked all the windows which you found locked. You decided to let your dog in which quickly fell asleep. You were at first happy that there was silence all around and there weren’t any creepy noises. Then you started finding the silence scary. You had to curse yourself for not letting your fiancé come over but you were a little haughty there and so you did not. You waved your fears as stupid and baseless when you got startled with a loud noise.

You jumped up on your feet and looked around and then you realized it was your clock’s bang symbolizing midnight. You turned around and stopped there and remembered your letter, “You will be haunted by a ghost at the stroke of midnight”. You turned back towards the clock and eyed it as if it was responsible for the letter your postman read. But then you realized your ghost was late and it was just a prank.

You waved your fears off with all the strength you had and got up into your bedroom. You realized that you needed to change the quilt and so you did and slept. It took you at least an hour to sleep when you felt fingers on your cheeks. You thought and prayed you were imagining it but you were not and to your dismay you knew you were not imagining.

Slowly and steadily you opened your eyes and there was someone sitting there right beside your head. You slowly moved your head towards your ghost’s face which got illuminated by a thunderstorm outside, giving your nightmarish night a special effect.

You saw your late ghost’s face clearly; it was sewn from just below the eye passing through the middle of the nose till just above the chin. Your ghost was covered all over with blood and you wanted to feel dizzy but then you remembered, ghost was going to come on mid-night.

“YOU WERE GOING TO COME ON MIDNIGHT” you yelled at ghost, thinking like in cartoon movies ghosts would get scared of bravery but this was not a foolish ghost.

Your ghost merely laughed and decided to make you feel creepy. You felt your ghost’s finger on your cheek and you found it detached from your ghosts hand and being held in your ghost’s hand. You knew you could not faint and so you ran.

Your ghost swayed leisurely besides you, you closed your eyes like a kitten. Your ghost laughed a haunted laugh. You decided to yell and call your neighbors but your voice failed you. You wanted to ask your ghost what the ghost desired but your voice wavered and your eyes got filled with helpless tears.

“Wha…wha….wha…”

You fell on the ground and started moving backwards. You missed your fiancé very much and this time actually cursed yourself for not letting your fiancé join you. Your ghost lowered on top of your body in one swift move and licked the side of your face. Your face got covered with something wet. You wanted to use your hands to brush it away but something was restraining your hands. You moved your gaze a little towards your hands.

Your hands were being restrained by your ghost’s cut out arm. You lost a breath.

You wanted to get up but you possibly could not.

Your ghost took that moment to say something in your ear.

“I love you.”

You freaked out all over and pushing your ghost away you ran down in your sitting room. Your ghost didn’t follow.

You were met with a loud noise in your sitting room.

“SURPRISE HAPPY BIRTHDAY”

Any noise was too much for your heart and so your heart failed and you immediately died.

This was your favorite knock-knock game played by your friend you rejected who died for you and now you remain with your friend forever.


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