Invisible Monster

       In a small town called Connellsvlie, in my cozy little home, I was sleeping soundly when suddenly someone knocked on my front door. 

          Bang! Bang!

        I groaned, then pulled on my glasses and checked the time. It was 1:03 a.m. in the morning. Who in their right mind would be knocking at this time? I slipped on my fuzzy white slippers and trudged to the big old red front door. I undid the deadlock and swung the door open.

          I was hit with a blast of cold air. Shivering, I looked outside. There was nobody on the porch or even on the street.

          “Hello?” I shouted.

          No reply.

          “Anyone there?” I yelled again.

        Still no reply. The shadows of the houses flickered as the streetlights waved in the wind. The eerie silence of the street made it possible for me to believe that my mind was playing with me.

       Probably one of those nasty teenagers, ding dong ditching me again. Since I was awake, I decided to get a cup of water. I walked towards the kitchen in the dark, groping the walls. I found the light switch and flipped the kitchen lights on. Brightness illuminated the kitchen. I got a glass cup and filled it with clear cold water.

         I let the water slowly trickle down my throat when suddenly someone knocked on the door again.

          Bang! Bang! Bang!

  This time I rushed towards the door to try to catch the culprit. Again, no one was there.

          “Hello?”

           Still nothing.

          “Come out, I know you’re there!”

         No reply. Every single house on the street was pitch blackand the trees swaying in the cold breeze.

          I was about to close the door when a sudden cold blast of air flew by me into the house. I spun around and saw the most terrifying thing I had seen in my life. The monster of your nightmares, the devil himself. I felt transfixed to the ground. Not wanting to look at it, but couldn't move away.

          I dove past whatever it was and into my room. I slammed the door and slid into the cramped closet.

          Crash! Boom!

          ​ I could hear the steps coming close and closer. I tried to stay as still as I could but my heart was pounding so loud I thought that the monster could hear it.

          Crack! Crash!

          The monster opened the door and walked in the room...
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​Timothy Mei is a seventh-grader at Northshore Middle School. His work has also appeared in our September series.