30 - Another Knock
On the night of October 18th, I was sleeping soundly in my bed when I woke up suddenly, sitting straight up. I usually hear the buzz of traffic on the streets, the croaking of frogs, crickets chirping, but this night I heard nothing. My room was completely dark, no car lights passing through the windows or the faint glow of street lamps. But my eyes could make out the basic shapes around my room; my dresser with a large antique mirror, a school desk from Target, and a bookcase from Ikea. I still didn’t know what had woken me up, but the absence of sound or light in my room sent shivers up my spine and made me want to curl back up underneath the covers. Suddenly I heard what had woken me. A quick knocking from the other side of the room, near the window farthest from my bed. I froze. I didn’t know whether to call for my parents, investigate, or jump back underneath the covers and pretend the knocking never happened. I decided on the latter. I threw the covers over my head and tried to convince myself that I was tired, I had only imagined the sound and I was safe in my room. As I lay, shivering in my bed, I listened for another knock. After five minutes, I had almost convinced myself I imagined the whole thing, then suddenly, a louder, rapid knock came from the same corner of my room. I jumped up in bed, again sitting straight up and throwing the covers off. This time I knew it was real and I wanted to catch the stranger knocking on my window late at night. I assumed they were knocking on my window, the sound had come from that corner of the room and there’s a ledge beneath the window for someone to stand on. I ran out of bed, past my dresser and mirror, and to the window, yanking the shade up to see the other side of the glass pane. But there was no one there, no stranger standing on my ledge, not a person standing in the yard or even down on the street. By this time I was nervous but relieved that there wasn’t an intruder. I again told myself that I had imagined everything, that I was alone and safe. I climbed in bed, once again stretching the covers over my head. But five minutes later, as I was drifting off to sleep, I heard a deafening knock! I hadn’t imagined anything, someone was there! I jumped out of bed, ran to the window, opened it, and looked out into the clear night sky. Again, no one. But slowly, I realized what was wrong. The knocking had not come from the window, but from the wall near my dresser. I slowly turned when I heard another knock. But this time I knew. It wasn’t coming from any window or wall. The knocking came from the mirror.