It was 12:50 in the morning and I finally chose to go to bed. Naturally, I did my routine. I blindly stumbled and got a cup of water, turned on the fan, and stumbled back through the black door. It was 12:59. As I entered, I made sure that the door was open wide for fluid air to refresh my room. I knocked my knees on the side of my bed and crawled into my ratted red blanket. As I finally got settled, the oddly shaped plastic handle for the raising of the ***** teal window shades started to tap at an easy, slow rhythm, and never seemed to slow down. Gradually, the handle started to quiet down. There was a faint creaking sound from somewhere in my room and it almost seemed in time with the distant tapping. As the tapping got quieter and the creaking grew louder, I started to sweat and my mind was racing uncontrollably. Suddenly the black door slammed, and the fluid air shut down. All was quiet, even the cars seemed to stop moving outside. I closed my eyes for some reason I’m still not sure. Maybe I was scared, maybe I was trying to face fear, maybe, just maybe, I was waiting for the right moment. All I know is that door is not open. It is 1:00 in the morning