99 Words- His Dark Eyes

I jump, the butter knife I’m holding falls to the floor with a clatter, smearing bright red jam all over the beige tiles. 

Knocking at the door sounded again, throwing my heart into my throat. Small knocks, sharp and frantic. 

“Please, I just want my mummy” a pleading tone that tugs on my heartstrings despite my brain knowing better. 

Looking through the peephole I see him there, dark-haired, pale-skinned, he must be freezing… Then he looks at me with those pitch-black eyes and evil grin.

It’s not him, it can’t be him, he’s dead. 

That doesn’t stop him knocking.

Written for and inspired by 99 Word Stories.

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