Hands kept on knocking on the door of our house, this got me frightened. My mother had told me earlier to ensure I locked up the doors of our house(especially at night)since she is traveling and I am the only one left at home. I adhered to her instructions but was perplexed at the knocks, I was hearing on our door. I began to contemplate the next action to take.

They had taken our light earlier, I just had my rechargeable lamp with me. I picked up my phone to call my mother but I remembered the battery got drained earlier.  The knock got intense and my fears deteriorated. I checked the time on my wristwatch and realized it was 12’o clock am. Who could be knocking on our door by this time of the night? How did he/she have access to our gate? I instantly remembered that we had no gate man and I was not sure if I locked up the gate very well. I continued asking myself all forms of rhetorical questions. I began to pray silently. I prayed and prayed but the knock got more intense. Immediately, I started hearing my name along with the knock. The voice I could hear behind the knock was deep. The voice kept on knocking and saying “Open the door, Cynthia, I know that you are in there” 

When I heard the voice, I stopped praying. My foots started shaking, my whole body began to fidget and I started sweating profusely. I wondered why the hands knocking were not getting tired. 

My mind flashed back to the previous day I was coming back from school and a young man stopped me, he asked for my number but I refused to give it to him. I did not want to because the young man in question was known for his notorious personality. I continued walking and he continued calling me. The last words I heard him say were “I will deal with you mercilessly”. To me, this was a mere threat not until that night when the hands kept knocking on our door. I concluded he was the one. I have heard of him raping many young girls because they refused to give him their number or attention. Now, I am his next victim. I cried. I was becoming weak and more scared. I thought of screaming since is night, and people will hear my voice but I have a tiny voice, thus, screaming is the last option. I picked up a pen and paper and began to write a letter. In that letter, I explained everything to my mum and concluded by telling her that if she comes back not seeing me in the house, she should know that I’m dead. I reminded her that I love her so much. With tears rolling down my cheek and I was about to drop my pen, I woke up with a shout. This was just a nightmare but it looked so real. I checked the time and it was 2’ clock am.  Thank God our bathroom was inside our house, I had to go take a shower because I was already sweating profusely. After bathing, I sat down and began to think about the nightmare I had earlier,  just when I was still thinking, I didn't know when I went back to sleep.