I live in a house. It's old, sometimes scary, but I live with my caretaker. His presence makes me fell safe, especially this past week. He has been treating me with so much kindness, however he's also been so distant and cautious.
Every night before bed, I lock the shutters, pull my curtains down, and fasten all the outside locks. I'm not exactly sure why I do it, just some fear inside me, each night visits again.
Little did the old man know that each night that week, his care caretaker peeked his head through the crack of the door watching the old man, waiting, waiting.
"Tap, tap" I heard something in the hall. What if it was a robber? A murderer? A criminal? I turned over in my bed leaving my back facing up. After an hour I went back to sleep still thinking of the terrors that could haunt me.
For seven nights I woke up stirring, being careful not to open my eyes in fear of what was standing in front of me . I lay there for countless hours, waiting and waiting for it to pass.
Each night I would tell myself "It is nothing but the wind in the chimney --it is only a mouse crossing the floor," and "It is merely a cricket which has made a single chirp." Anything to comfort me.