The creature behind the door

Here I hear a tapping
At my closet door
So I jump to the floor
Looking over at the knob
I know he is playing a joke
That stupid dope
But as I grow nearer 
It grows louder 
Faster and more angry in the pounding
When I open to see the sound
Nothing is to be found
I close the door
Scurry across the floor
Laugh it off
With a cough
But my bed begins to shake
Like there is an earthquake 
But nothing else is moving
So I back away
It will be okay
I catch myself I the mirror
To reveal something scarier
He is behind me
All the darkness to see
And in my silent cry
I fell to my demise
And in me he lies
The creature behind the door
I. Am no more

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