At first I thought I was imagining it, but when it came again, I knew that was wrong. I just stared at the door, wondering what I should do. Should I call the cops, the FBI, a psychiatrist? Or should I simply answer it? Does one answer a knock on the closet door? What was the correct way of going about this and who would one ask to find out? Was there a guru of closet door knockings and visitations? Who knew?
As my mind raced with all of these questions, the knocking continued incessantly, interrupting my thoughts. I stared at the door, hesitating as I tried to make a decision. Would I open the door or would I run off looking for help? Who would I turn to? Would anyone really believe me?
TO BE CONTINUED...








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