Chapter 5. The doorbell
I think I was in 9th grade when this happened. I also consider this moment the most scary moment of my life, because at that time I truly felt scared, even if it wasn't night.
I was maybe, doing something, I think studying when the doorbell rang. I wasn't alone in the house, my mother had a day off and was cooking something and my grandmother was on her bed watching tv. I opened the door without hesitation, because, that's what most people do which is normal. I opened the door to found no one. Like– literally no one there. I even stepped out out door to glanced around to find the same result! So I closed the door thinking the kids are playing a prank because the family next to ours had two kids.
I sat back to study. Only few minutes had passed when I hear the doorbell rang again. So this time, instead of opening it again like I did before I first stood on my tip-toes to look through the peep hole. And what I saw really made me shiver in fear because the distance was very close even though there was a door between us!! What I saw was– a weird hand, really really weird! It was bony, skinny, as if it doesn't had any muscles but it still had skin on it. It was so thin yet large like a skeleton. The weird part was that the skin was dark greenish and a bit black. I saw it coming from the right side where there was nothing a human could reach to or stand unless he has a support of a rope or ladder. I freaked out and stepped back, I didn't had the courage to see all of it! It felt like it was trying to consume me through the peephole! I went straight to my mother to tell her to open the door, because I couldn't do it myself anymore! My hands were trembling slightly for the first time in my life because of something like that. Even if I didn't saw the face, and I'm thankful that I didn't wait to see it emerge completely.
She got confused and worried seeing me like that and came along to open the door only again to found nothing. I started to overthink, then I went out again and saw the space from where that hand came from. There wasn't anything, and it definitely wasn't the kids, because if it were them I would had caught a glimpse of them running away or the sounds of their footsteps as they run down or up. But it was quiet, way too quiet. And my family confirmed it because the doorbell was real, they heard them too.
That was the time I realised something. That, the only thing which was separating me from fearing them was distance and their form. I wouldn't had reacted that way if that thing was far away or within a certain distance and in just black or white form. I'm not at all scared of them if they are in black and white form and within a certain distance. But– if they look too weird, too creepy and too visible and a bit too close, it scares me.
