The eye under the door

The Eye under the Door

One dark, cloudy night, I woke up to the strange noise of someone entering the house…I was terrified to the limits of fainting… Racing thoughts clouded my mind… A burglar? A spy? A suicide bomber? An enemy? I didn’t know. I felt like all the courage had drained out of me. I scanned my room for a defensive weapon. Or an attacking one. And I found it. My wand. It was lying right beside me on my bed.

My hand clutched the wand, and it felt as if some supernatural had dropped a bundle or two of confidence and courage into my head. I slowly got up and peeped outside through the crack beneath the door into the passage. And I couldn’t believe my eyes.

There was another eye, staring at mine with such a piercing look that I actually felt that it could read my thoughts. Our eyes met, and the moment stretched itself. The eye had a mere slit for a pupil, and that image was then written on the paper of my mind with a pen, and I can’t erase it till date. I gathered all the courage I had, and bolted open the door.

I pointed my wand straight ahead, and more to my intrigue to my relief, there was no one I could see. I shot a quick glance at the stairs, the other doors, and the ceiling. Not a living soul in sight. I don’t know what happened to my instincts, but I ought to have looked down earlier.

What I saw there was something which set me laughing like an idiot and aroused the whole house. It was nothing but a cat, which had most probably wandered into the house in quest of food.

I shooed the cat away and went back to sleep. Or rather, TRIED to go back to sleep. But I couldn’t. And that was due to what I heard – the strange noise of someone entering the house.