Who goes there?

“Who goes there?”

He called out. His eyes tracing the silhouette across the window pane.

“Who goes there?”
He waited for a response in the quite of the night. But all he heard were the leaves, rustling in the summer breeze.

He held on to his bedsheet. Clenching so hard that his knuckles turned white.

“Who goes there?”
He called out again. This time hearing a faint thud from the living room. 

Heaving and pupils focussed hard, he got to the door. A faint night light flickering in the hall, gave a dull amber glow.

“Who goes there?”
He hears the door hitting against the frame as it does during the storms. 

As he turned, facing the door, he heard a beautiful voice calling out to him. He recognized it in an instant for it was his mother.

She said, “It’s just a nightmare in the dark of the night. Come back to me love, it will be alright.”

With a jerk, he opens his eyes. Sees his mother’s face and feels her warmth in the cold night. She smiles at him and showers her love and kisses. 

Reassured, he curls up against her chest and sleeps deep and peacefully.

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5 thoughts on “Who goes there?

    1. Thank you so much! I’m glad you liked it, your appreciation means a lot 😊😊
      I’ll publish some more in the coming days. Hopefully they’ll grip your attention too😊
      Again, Thank you so much💙😘

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  1. Reblogged this on Life's Fine W(h)ine – served with cheese and commented:

    When you’re in the clutches fear in the middle of the night and feel someone approaching, while you cannot resist the urge to go check for shadows lurking in the dark, it’s the most adrenaline-fueled, anxious experience one can ever have!
    Read the succinctly narrated, gripping tale shared down below and relive the sensatios of strange visitors knocking at our doors.

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    1. It does 😊
      It’s the known that gives us strength and ushers us to move forward.
      Thank you so much 😊
      I’m glad you liked reading.

      Like

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