Alone and heartbroken, I locked myself in my room. I put all I need inside my room and I didn't went outside that room for almost 2 weeks. I only got out when I found out the truth about the girl who knocks at my door.
It was monday, the first day of me staying at my room. It was really just a normal day, nothing happened and I was just sleeping. I woke up past 6 in the evening and I got up to get something to eat because I was starving. I bought a little fridge for my room, so I won't be going downstair to get some food. I slowly open the fridge and I was about to grab a leftover pie, when I heard a knock. It wasn't at my door, but the knock was so loud that it can be heard here at my room. I panicked so I just closed the fridge.
I think it was knocking the door one by one. Every knocks makes me jump from my bed. I just layed on my bed and covered myself with my blanket. I waited for it to reach my room and every room here at the second floor. It took it a while to reach my room like expected. When it knocked my door, I was shivering, my hands are sweating, and I can't help but cried.
"I know you're in there, Stephanie", a woman's voice said in a soft but creepy voice.
"Stephanie? Who's Stephanie?", I thought to myself.
The woman kept banging on the door and it stops only at exactly 4 o'clock. Every night at 6 in the evening someone would knock at every door nonstop and only stops every 4 o'clock. And I never got used to it. The knocking only got worst every night. I keep wishing it would stop, and it did, or so I thought.
One night, I was expecting the door knocker but it didn't came. I decided to go out since I ran out of water and I got thirsty. I opened the door and went downstairs. I grab a pitcher full of water and flee as quickly as I could back to my room. But when I got on the last step of the ladder, I saw a woman as tall as me, knocking on the other room. Thankfully, she didn't saw me. I hid on one of the room which is the opposite to my room. I can see her clearly as the she was knocking at the doors one by one. She finally reached on my room and I thought she would knock, but she I was wrong because she suddenly spoke.
"I know where you are, you can't hide from me forever, Stephanie", she uttered. Her head slowly turned without moving her body. I can hear her bones crack as she turned her head slowly. I was just staring at her as she stops turning her head and her eyes met mine. Her eyes were all white and she wasn't blinking her eyes at all. She suddenly smiles as wide as she can and then turned her body slowly.
"Crack, crack, crack". Every crack was heard and echoed as she was turning her body. I can't move my body while my hands and my knees are shivering. When she finished turning her body, she run towards the room where I was hiding. Even though I can't move, I force myself to move so I can close the door. Thankfully, I can move my body at the last minute. She was almost infront of the door when I closed it. The door banged loudly after I closed it. I quickly locked it and took a step backward.
"Open the door, you wench", she screamed. She was banging something on the door, I can't figure out what it is. But I am sure that she's angry.
"I said, OPEN THE DOOR!", she screamed again and a loud crash was heard outside. My heart stopped a beat. I was really scared that she might open the door.
I curled up and covered my ears. Minutes or I think an hour came when she suddenly stopped. I heard her footsteps slowly fade. The house became quiet again, but I didn't went outside from that room. I stayed there until the morning. That morning, I decided to take all I need for the night to my room. And I swear I won't go outside my room and roam the mansion or just the second floor when it's night time. I listed all I needed and slowly put them to my room. I clean my room too and throw all the trash.
When the night came, I quickly locked the door and hid under my blanket. I watched movies with an earphone on and I turn the volume as loud as I can so I can't hear her when she bangs her hand at my door aggressively. And as planned, I didn't hear her that night. I went to sleep only when the sun was up. I just distracted myself the whole night with movies.
I fell asleep as soon as the first ray of the sun was seen by my eyes. I dreamed immediately right after I closed my eyes. In that dream, I was in an unfamiliar place. The place wasn't dark but not bright. I'm in front of an old well. Grasses had grown on the bricks of that well. Colors aren't visible and all I can see are black and white. The scenery feels like a horror movie and the surrounding is quiet but creepy.
I blink once, and when I open my eyes again, I saw two young women in front of me. They weren't looking at me. It was like I was watching a theatre, and the two women are the actresses. The two of them were arguing, and their disagreements got worst to the point that they were hurting each other physically. The other woman pushed the other one and she fell on the well and died. The one who person who pushed the woman was just looking as her companion fell, she smiled like an evil and then left.
The woman who fell never got the justice, and no one found out about who pushed her. No one found her and no one were looking for her. Her soul was full of grief, sorrow and hatred. After a decade, the place slowly change and the well fell apart due to oldness of the materials. The lot where the well was once built was on sale and got sold to a rich man. The new owner of the lot built a mansion and completely destroyed the well. Right on where the well was once can be seen, a basement was built. That is where the woman who died on that well lived. She can't leave the basement because she was trapped there. The man who owned the mansion knew something was off, so he put something on the basement door, and that kept the spirit of the woman from coming out.
Time went by and the owner of the mansion died. The relatives of the man decided to sell the mansion to a couple. But the couple didn't last long. The wife was pregnant when they move in but miscarriage happened and they lost their child. The wife got depressed and lost herself. Her husband put her on a pshychiatric ward and sold the mansion.
There were many owners before my parents. And things happened as time goes by. Accidents and even deaths occured at that same mansion. Caretakers quit when they started experiencing creepy things, and the only one who could bare all those things was Mr. Villamin, the last caretaker.
I woke up from my slumber so sweaty and my heart feels so heavy. I stood up and fixed my bed. I look around and found my bedroom so messy. I decide to clean my room and the whole mansion by myself. It's morning so I guess no one will haunt me here.
As I was cleaning one of the rooms that is full of books at the first floor, I came across this strange looking notebook. I stopped dusting the books and pick up the notebook. I sat on the chair near me as I opened the notebook and read every page.
A certain page caught my eyes. There was a title written above.
"She who knocks at my door", I read the written words. I proceed to read all the words. It looks like a documentary. The words are understandable and clear. There are sketches provided on the next page too. And on the other pages are what the author found out about her.
"Her name was Angela. A twenty-year-old woman. She was killed by her own best friend which is also her sister. I think her sister's name was Stephanie, that's what I heard everytime. She would called out for her, and any one who live in this mansion, she'd assume it was her sister. I don't know if I am the first one who was haunted by Angela and I don't think I'll be the last one. And if I either die tonight, I hope someone who will see this notebook be warned that Angela is dangerous. She can kill you without mercy. I just want to let the next person to be careful and just move out from this mansion".
Those are what is written on one of the page. I, myself was terrified after I read it. I closed the notebook and was about to get up, when suddenly, the door suddenly shut. Saying that I was startled would be an understatement. My soul almost depart from my body, and I could feel my heart beat faster than ever.