The Doorbell

    Spring Break. These were the nine days of luxury and relaxation that I had been waiting for. During the first two days, I figured out it was just another name for “a week of doing homework”. During a particular Wednesday during Spring Break, something happened, very unlike my normal “studying the whole day” schedule. That Wednesday started like any normal day off school. I spent most of the morning doing biology homework and enjoyed the afternoon at a friend’s house. When I got home, the sky was already dark as night. It started to rain heavily, drops of it plummeting from the heavens onto the ground. The kitchen was my destination, I wanted to prepare a dinner for myself, for I was extremely hungry. After a good, hot dinner of wonton and hot & sour soup, I settled into my chair in front of my computer, proceeded to watch Marley & Me, and played some computer games.
     I was immersed in my online shooting game, when suddenly, I heard it ZZSSsssTTT… ………DING DONG. It was the doorbell. My first thought was that my mother had returned home, but I recalled her saying that she wouldn’t be home until 10 o’clock. My second guess was that religious recruiters were here again, so I looked out the window and to my surprise, no one was there! CLICK! I turned on the camera in the front of my house and looked outside. Not a single soul was there. I yelled out the window asking, “Who’s there?” Astonishingly, no one answered. My heart began to race, as I wildly thought, who could be there? I decided to face my fears, and open the door myself. Some sort of knife was all I needed, I thought, to feel safe. Just as I reached for my weapon, I heard the door downstairs silently creak open.  Grasping my twin serrated edged hunting knives, I crept downstairs slowly. I peered around the corner, and, nothing disturbed the silence. Downstairs I went, into my newly remodeled entertainment room. A sudden gust of wind startled me. As a result of that, I quickly turned around, and groped for the light switch. BAM! I smacked the light switch, and row by row the lights all turned on. The floor suddenly drew my attention. There was a shape in black of a foot print indented into the floor. The footprints led forwards toward the bathroom, and it suddenly looped back and went out the door. Quickly, I locked the door and placed a shoe drawer in front of it. I decided to leave my house, and head for my friend’s house a block away. Like a rabbit, I dashed upstairs, got my keys, and grabbed an assault rifle.
    Assault rifle? My rational mind came to play. I do not own an assault rifle or hunting knives. Gradually, my rational mind came to realize that I was in a dream. My rational mind attempted to retrieve me from this world of dreams, but to no avail, it’s attempts were wasted. I was stuck in a hellish, dark corner of my mind. Ghouls loomed out of the darkness and monstrous bloody hands lunged at me from the walls. My vision became demented, curved, and red. I wanted to get out but I could not. I could not think as blood poured down from the skies; I could not breath; I suffocated; I could not survive in this hellish world. My rational mind became irrational. Never before have I ever experienced such a horrific part of my mind. The part of my mind, that I was never aware of, had finally seized grasp of me. I thought, please, kill me, let this be over! Suddenly, a bright light pierced through the darkness like a silver blade of moonlight stabbing through the dark clouds above. The light beckoned me towards it, destroying all hellish creatures in my path.
    DIINNNGGG DONNGGG!!!! I suddenly woke up, and I realized I had fallen asleep in front of my computer. DING DONG! The doorbell rang again. All too familiar scenarios of my nightmare were recalled by my mind. It was 10 o’clock, which probably meant my mother had come home. I turned on the lights as I went down. “Hello,” I exclaimed to my mom.
    “Hello, John, how was your day?” she answered. She recieved no answer, for as she came in, I noticed a black footprint mark on the wooden floor of my downstairs room….