Silence... sometimes silence has its own terrifying voice.
That 'chap-chap' sound was now not just in that room, it was echoing behind the closed doors of my mind. Crouching in that dark corner of the room, I felt as if that thick blood spread on the floor was crawling towards me.
Outside, the crying of the dogs had suddenly stopped. Now the silence was so deep that I could hear the rustling of the blood running in my own veins. Suddenly, a heavy shadow emerged on that iron table kept near the window. That moonlight, which was hazy before, had now spread in the room like a cold and lifeless whiteness. It felt as if that second watch of the night was not taking the name of ending.
I closed my eyes tightly, but the coldness of that terrifying laugh was still being felt behind my neck. As if someone was standing exactly behind me and taking cold breaths. Then a very low, cracked voice whispered near my ear...
Do you really think that you are alone just by locking the door
?'"