BY: ANONYMOUS
While I was drawing in my room one evening, someone suddenly opened the door and quickly ran down the hallway. This pissed me off because I was in the zone of drawing, and whoever did this threw me off. But I was also used to this kind of behavior by my siblings because we loved playing pranks on each other.
I decided to leave the door open because I knew that if I closed it, they would do it again and I wasn’t in the mood. I continued drawing, and a few minutes later, someone quietly snuck back and tried to scare me again.
From the corner of my eyes, I could see his little arm reaching for the doorknob from the darkness of the hallway. He grabbed the doorknob and slowly pulled it as if trying to close the door. To my surprise, he didn’t close the door; instead, he gently pushed and pulled the door back and forth, which annoyed me.
Irritated by the sound of the creaking door, I got up from my chair and quickly walked towards the door to scare whoever it was.
As I approached the door, I could see the little hand holding onto the doorknob, pushing and pulling the door back and forth. I quickly grabbed the doorknob, yanked the door open, and shouted, “HA!” to scare who I thought was my brother.
The moment the door swung open, the little hand I saw instantly vanished into thin air. I stuck my head out into the hallway to see if someone was there, but all I saw was darkness. There was absolutely no one in the hallway, which scared the crap out of me.
I ran out of my room and headed downstairs to where my parents were. I told them what happened, and they just brushed it off as if I was imagining things. Little did they know, this wasn’t the first and last time these kinds of things happened in the house.
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