" a violent rattling, disturbs the old wood door, echoing loud thuds through this homes musty Victorian hallway. Eyes glance up from the prose of greater men, to suddenly hear another "knock knock" ardently rising out of the aged red velvet chair, leaving the warmth of its inviting comfort behind.
With bemused curiosity I approach the old wood door, my hand extends to the entrances rusted brass handle, I slowly open the old wood door to distinguish who had made such a disturbing commotion
Yet, I see nothing.
Staring into darkness, nothing but leaves dancing against shadowed Halloween moonlight causes unnerve. In a somewhat confounded state, wondering what had disturbed my poetic anecdote, I return to the chair through the hallway I had recently occupied.
Reaching at the oak lamp table for the romantic prose ramblings of dead men, opening the tattered book pages, I re-focus upon the words infront of me, until suddenly I feel the jagged sensation of steel against my throat.
At that instant a softly spoken eerie child's tone whispers "Fella's here, nothing to fear"
Congealed in absolute trepidation, I sense the knifes blade teasing my quivering jugular, my heart begins to uncontrollably thrash within, as I muster up the courage to ask, in what was a petrified tone "What do you want?" The juvenile voice again in a terrifyingly haunting whisper muttered.
"This bad little seed, needs to feed"
At that moment a single warm tear runs down my left cheek, then suddenly