Nye stared at the apartment where “it” had happened. He was thankful for the body of water between; but the barrier did little to quell his fear. Slowly he let his mind replay the events of that night.
The moment he emptied the last box, the clock struck midnight, and then a knock at the door.
“Strange…” he mused. Curious, he opened the door…nothing.
“Even stranger…” he said aloud.
Two minutes passed…another knock. Again, nothing.
This repeated twice more. Nye, finally threw the door open and yelled,
“Stop knocking or come the hell in!”
It came inside.
Immediately, he felt the evil entity. Nye ran for the door, but the door closed and the lock turned. A window opened and he felt himself being pulled towards it. Horrified he watched as five bloody claw marks ripped each arm. Each time he resisted the jagged gashes grew deeper.
Screaming, he passed out.
Hours later, paramedics lifted Nye into the ambulance. Nye overheard one say “Poor bastard, probably threw the razor-blade out the window.
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(Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers is a weekly challenge where you write a story from a single photograph. The challenge: It must be a complete story and word count cannot be over 175)