I

Everything went silence, for what

seemed like an hour. But then the door
knob started turning and I rushed out
of bed. Finding anywhere I can hide.
Maybe I can jump off the window, or
go under my bed. No, the doorknob
still turning slowly. I ran into the first
thing I saw, my closet, I rambled into it.

I let my back hit the end of my closet,

and close its door silently. I heard the
door slam shut and I knew that she had
made her way into my room. It smelled
like a dead animal, and I knew it was
coming from her. I could hear the
women walking towards my hiding
spot. Her sound and smell became
louder and stronger. Tears began to
swell up my eyes as they poured out. I
couldn’t keep it in, and I knew she
could hear me. Despite this, she did not
go anywhere. The closet door started
rattling I my panic, but I pulled it
closed.

Finally she stopped trying to get the

door to open, then the silence came
again. But this time, the smell went
away too. I couldn’t hear or smell a
thing, not even her heavy steps walking
away. I let out a breath. It was utterly
silent. I wiped my tears and opened the
closet door slowly. I cautiously took a
step out of it and stood up in my room,
looking around. A soft wind hit my
face, I looked at the direction it came
from and the windows were open,
blowing the thin curtain. I turned
around and slid down the wall. Sitting
on the floor, my knees up to my chest.
The tears well up again, but this time, I
knew I could cry as loud as I wanted.
Everything that happened in the past
hour came out through me.

It’s been two years and I still remember

every second of that night. The next
day, there was a newspaper article
about a women that had escaped from
an insane asylum nearby. The police
came to my house and asked me if I
had seen her around. They said that
she used to live here with her family. I
told them nothing. I told everybody
nothing. I still kept the white piece of
clothing. When I took a second look at
the cloth that night. There was a
writing on it. I’ll be back was what it
said. I still bide here for the day she will
return, but she never did.