You hear a polite knock on the door . The closet door .

Everyday I lie awake thinking of a time long past; hoping my sins are not discovered. My sanity is slowly leaving me. I started to hear noises during the night; creaks, footsteps, and then a knock. There was no greater fear than to hear the knocking each night. For every day that passed it would get louder, ever so slightly. Hiding under the covers could not remedy the terror I felt. I knew what was in that closet. I knew what knocked on the door. I knew it could not be ignored, but still I went on as if it never happened. Again, each night this knocking became louder, each night I lay in fear, each night I would scream in horror of what was to come. There was no escape. I walked to the door, now shaking violently from the force of the demon behind it. I flung open the door and was met with darkness. There stood a skeleton. Still as a painting, staring straight at me. I stared back, into the black holes where eyes should be, and I saw no more... I am in darkness. I am lost forever.
