The handle on the back door started to turn making its usual rough scratching noise as the rusted mechanics of the lock slowly grind off each other. Holding my breath with eyes wide open almost like a wild animal fixated on the oncoming danger I could feel each pulse of my heart as it beat hard in my chest. The neon light flashing in the corner of my eye reminding me that at 3.27am in the morning the back door lock should not be turning, "What the Fuck!!!" i though to myself "is this actually happening"!!! Its the sound that no home owner ever wants to hear on a cold March night whilst on their own, the terrifying sound of the back door being edged open followed with the faint tud of it closing again.
Slowly pulling myself off the bed standing half naked in my pitch black room I listen for another sound that might give me a clue as to what is happening or maybe comfort me with a sound that will hopefully make sense of this situation but i can hear nothing ,nothing at all, no footsteps, no rustling, no noise whatsoever. Just silence mixed with the shallow breath coming from my nostrils as I try not to breath. Terrified, cold and frozen with fear my mind is racing with though's as to what or who has just joined me in my home in the Dublin mountain's.
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