Personal Narrative Essay

After hours of waiting there was a knock at your door. You jumped up, excitedly bouncing over to it, but once it opened your expression fell.

It is four o'clock in the morning and there comes a knock at the door. The narrator "went down to open it with a light heart-for what had I now to fear?" (1208). He does not know that what he has to fear is not who is on the other side of the door; he has to fear himself. Three police officers appear at the door and he welcomes the men right in. They tell him that a loud scream has been heard by a neighbor during the night. He makes up a convincing story and feels confident in his triumph over the officers. They sit down and chat while the narrator becomes increasingly paranoid from the ringing he hears in his ears, or what he thinks is coming from his ears. It is actually the increasing guilt he is beginning to feel from within.

I slowly turn the handle to open the door, push it open a crack, just to see if I could hear anything. There was still no sound. From the small crack of the slightly opened door, I could still see flashing lights. Opening the door more, I suspiciously looked down the hall to make sure no one was around. Then, I quickly sneaked in and shut the door.

A door creaks open and footsteps echo in the hallway, and I pray to God that Garrett or Hannah doesn’t knock on my door. Or open their mouths, for that matter, because hearing either of their voices right now will only bum me out even more.

Suddenly, a deafening noise came from behind me, like a clap of thunder. A freezing cold breeze rushed over my skin, giving me goosebumps. I whirled around to see the door closed.

Ok, I guess I don’t have to remind you that this whole puddle of water is mine.

With a table leg firmly clasped in her hand, she slowly opened the screen door, wincing at the squeak. She leaned forward and paused, listening. No animalistic howls, no garbled speech, or erratic breathing. Only the sounds of the

Suddenly I am awoken by a loud banging on my door. This is it. My life is over. Opening the door, I see

A car door opened and then closed. The sound of her husband’s keys jingling against each other reached her ears, followed by the sound of the front door opening and then closing. She shut her eyes.

A series of frantic footsteps woke me from my sleep and, soon after, a round of knocks rapping on a door made my eyes clench in fear while the rest of my body stayed somewhat paralysed. The door seemed to be connected to the room I’m in and as soon as I heard the metal

The pounding gets louder, seeming to demand an answer. The house feels as though it’s shaking; I’m shaking. And then it’s so loud, I’m certain it’s not knocking.

The door got left closed, and as I put my hand on the handle, I felt afraid of what might happen, as I attended to the knock that had woken me up?

Three days later, the knocking at the door pounds in sync with the drums in his head.

At this I naively believed that we were all safe. I should have known better but I blame my upbringing that I was not able to anticipate what would happen next. I felt a dull thud reverberate along the wooden floor of the door frame.

Just as I am about to open the front door, Lexi 's bark echoes around the room.