Hlw everyone my name is Ella this is my horror story...I will tell you my whole story...
The first time it happened was when I was 6 years old I needed to pee but I was class I was starting to get desperate so I stuck my hand up and asked if I could go to the restroom I listened to the blabbering of the teacher as she lectured me about not going before then headed to the nearest restroom It was empty and as I was doing my business I heard knocking on the door.
"Hey, let me in" A male voice spoke, directed at me
I wanted to be a good kid and open the door for him but I knew that one cubicle, one person. So l replied,
"sorry, this one is taken"
To which i was responded on an angry reply.
"Let me in!" I frowned and repeated myself.
"No! Go away!" I yelled.
The voice carried on pounding and shouting but I blocked my ears, sitting on the toilet. I waited until the teacher came looking for me. Even then, I didn't open the cubicle door. She used the staff key and dragged me out, giving me a detention I never told anyone I dismissed it We had a barbecue on my 7th birthday with my family friends and neighbourhood Before we started my dad told me to get the coal from the garage Excited I opened the old door lugged the coal sack after tip toeing to reach to the high shelf. As I was shutting the door, I heard a low thump. Then an angry voice.
"OPEN THE DOOR!"
My skin crawled and i leaped half in the air. I ignored it but it continued.
"HEY ! I SAID OPEN THE DOOR YOU BASTARD!"
I bit my lips but scurried away, feeling worried for the rest of the party. Now im 20. The voices continue but I never open them. They appear at doors, windows even, yelling at me to let them out . Most of them are different, but there are a couple familiar ones I know. Like the one by the front door. I call him' the postman' because he knocks on the door as a postman does. One day, I was in a library, trying to focus on my essay, when I hear a knock . I'm used to this so l ignore it.
"Hey, please! Open the door!"
I hear someone clawing at the door desperately, then to my surprise- I hear sobbing. Deep emotional weeping. It breaks my heart. I've only heard furious yelling but sobbing? As usual, no one else seems to hear. I'm hesitant to open the door. It's been embedded into my head that these voices are one of evil. After that, I start to hear a chorus of voices. Some yelling, some pounding, some howling, some weeping. Im at my house, alone, when I hear knocking on my door. A gentle voice cries out,
"please, please open the door!"
Then a pounding from the window. An angry female voice ordering me to open the door. The living room door starts shaking from yet another tapping voice. They all please, asking for me to open the goddamned door. Many voices surround me, and my head fills with angry demands and howling in depression. I barricade the doors and frosted windows from which I can see dark figures behind the glass. Under my table, I weep in the same fright from when I was 6, 7. The frosted glass is cracked and isn't going to hold for much longer. For almost an hour I've hidden. The voices stopped just a small while ago . I think I have the courage to step out, maybe run to a blank field , free from doors. But, as I hold the door handle l, I realise it's locked. I jiggle the handle but to no reply. I peer through the key hole. That's not my house. I see a classroom, maybe a library. There's a kid, maybe a pre teen sitting at the desk. He's holding a book.
"Hey, kid," I knock through.
"Sorry, I'm in detention. I can't speak to anyone." He mutters back distractedly.
"No, just please, can you open the door real quick?"
I slap the door, feeling more desperate.
"Look, I don't care, go away." He whispers.
I start feeling anger and panic, my hands now punching the door.
"OPEN THE DOOR!!"
