The law of time!

That Noisy night

A few hours later, Suddenly there is a loud thud and bang coming from next door, Amelia shoots up straight wide awake, her eyes look like that of an owl, wide and alert ready for whatever danger lies ahead. She looks at her alarm clock on the side of her bed realising it's only twelve thirty in the morning, she throws her head back onto her pillow whilst letting out a tired exhausted sigh. THUD! THUD! THUD! Amelia once again shoots upright, “What the hell is that!” in an almighty huff she throws on her dressing gown over her PJ’s then makes a move towards the creaky stairs, tiptoeing down stairs as quietly as she can so as not to disturb her father and brother.

Amelia heads out the front door and looks over to her neighbours house to see no lights on, every room dark like the midnight sky. Before she manages to head back into her own house and off to bed, she hears the almighty thud that woke her in the first place followed with a lot of muffled shouting. 

Amelia, now concerned that her neighbour could be in instant trouble and needs help, rushes to her neighbour's door only to find that it's already unlocked, she enters the house slowly, “Hello, are you alright in here?, Mr Roberts are you okay?” she said with a slight break in her voice, now starting to feel a little bit scared but knowing someone could need her help. She bravely walks through the house towards the mumbling coming from the basement. “Hello, Mr Roberts, is that you, do you need help?”.

Before she gets to the basement though  Amelia accidentally kicks over a pot of pens on the kitchen floor, making a loud noise which leaves her startled. Everything suddenly just went quiet, no more loud thuds, no more random mumbling, only the silence of the dead of night. Amelia begins to breathe heavier and heavier before slapping her hands over her mouth in a last ditch attempt to quiet her breathing as she panics. She hears someone moving, walking up the stairs towards the door opposite her, frozen with fear. Her brain tells her to run but her legs are frozen still. Thoughts flying around her head at a thousand miles an hour suddenly realising why she is in the house of a person she barely knows. She starts to step backwards, the footsteps getting closer and closer to the door, “Mr Roberts is that you?” she says quietly almost a whisper, looks up almost praying “please let it be you and not some mad murdering psycho” the door handle shakes as the person from the other side grabs it and turns it to open the door, an outline of a dark figure starts to appear as she gasps with a frightened look.