A short story – The tranquil night wind

The inactive night wind whistled gently, puffing though the strands of my hair as I slept. The luminous amber streetlights outside twitched as they projected a silhouette of tall, lofty trees prancing in the serene wind through my windows onto me. The sky was devolve and the stars were easily visible as they twinkled through the night. After a daylight of unbearable heat and hard work done, I was in a very satisfying sleep but had awoken through instinct where I had snarl that something was irritating me. I felt like I had bury to do something and my brain wouldnt stop reminding, but what was it reminding me? Thats the question. I tried to ignore it but my mind wouldnt stop catching a feel of discomfort.I finally decided to shell up and try to resolve the matter and investigate what was going on. I wooed my admittanceway and skilful before I went to grasp the door handle I felt a slight shock run through the care of my right hand. I abruptly pulled away and froze for a mi nute. It was dark and dark-skinned in my room so I decided to turn on the lights. With caution I flicked on the light switch and was surprised to not feel some(prenominal) more shocks. the luminous light bulb from the ceiling of my room glistened so luminously that I went blind for a few seconds and I just stood at that place rubbing my eyelids as they couldnt cope with the sudden illumination of the room. Feel quite dizzy, I continued to attempt to unresolved the door.I vigilantly stretched out to reach for the door handle again and this time I successfully held it firmly without any shocks. Maybe it was just my mind playing up with me? I mean, it was 3am in the morning and I wasnt feeling too bothe bolshie as I investigated what felt wrong. I twisted the door handle but it didnt open. I tried to twist it open again but it didnt calculate to open. At this point I was furious I took a dim breath and pinched myself to make sure this wasnt just some other horrid dream, unfor tunately it wasnt. I took a big step stand away from my door and charged towards it whilst I firmly clutched the handle and dragged it mightily. It relieve didnt open. I roared in fury. I screamed for my parents but I got no reply. I repeated but this time for my siblings but I stood there without a response. No words could explain the rage I was in. I shrieked once more and I irately jolted my door which countered with a massive bruise to my foot. I fell to my feet with my head on the ground, tears recklessly flowing down my face. This wasnt the day for individual to mess with me, not at all.I got back up on my feet and as I loomed towards the window, I heard a whisper which express its just you and me in a sonorous demonic piece followed by an awkward cackle. I brusquely stopped and jumped with fear. I hurriedly dived under my bed and snatched the broad metal pole I had cabalistic under there. I got back up and spent 2 or so minutes inspecting my room looking to see if by a ny chance it was anyone. Was it my conscience? Was it something outside? Or was it authentically some look of spectre really talking to me? I scuttled to my open window and took a pro longed gaze outside to see if anyone was outthere was nobody. It was an opaque, obstetrical delivery black night with the white stars twinkling above. The roads were ever so quiet.Who would be out at this time? I guess I did hear something after all, 3am in the morning and my mind seems to be playing with me I couldnt even open the door to go and get some water or anything else refreshing. I turned away from the window to retry the door againand I heard a really deafening thump. I jerked in fright and my heart was thumping so hard that I could see it beating out of my t shirt. I gradually rotated myself towards the direction of the noise with my heart in my hands. in all four windows in my room had pounded shut. Coincidence? Im outset not to think so. I stood there in awkward tranquility for a goo d 5 minutes. Why me? I stepped foot to approach the windows and the lights flicked off. I squealed worse than those in an intense horror movie this wasnt no movie this was reality and I dont hit the hay what was happening. I couldnt see anything but a slight shade off of something behind me, shortly after that I felt a cold, cold hand on my shoulder. As I turned around, my vision nowadays went blurry and I couldnt see much but I could see something similar to a white spirit with gleaming red eyes. I fainted.