There is Someone at My Door
I put my book down on the table beside the chair and I walked towards the door.
Tap, tap, tap, I heard it again. Whoever it is, they are getting a little anxious.
I stood at the door and put both hands flat on the door and looked through the peephole to see who it was.
How strange, I mumbled to myself. There’s no one there. Was I was so involved in reading my book that I imagined it? Out of habit, I checked the door handle to make sure it I had locked it and it was.
I went back to my chair and picked up my book and continued reading.
After a few minutes, I heard again. Tap, tap, tap on the door. Looking up from my book, I tried to decide if I had actually heard something or was I lost in another world while reading?
Laying my book down again, I walked over to the door, placed my hands flat on the door and leaned in to look through the peephole.
Again, I still did not see anyone standing at the door but as I looked closer, I could see someone standing off in the distance and they were also standing with their hands flat on the door, looking through a peephole.
I really did think I was losing it then. I moved away from the peephole and rubbed my eyes and leaned in to look again.
This is very, very strange. I’m looking through the peephole in my door, looking at someone looking through a peephole in another door.
How could this be and what was happening?
I looked again and saw the same thing. Someone looking through a peephole the same as I was.
When I looked closer, I saw that she had on black pants and a grey shirt; the same as what I had on.
What? She has brown hair like I do. It’s fixed the same way I fix mine. She has no shoes on; the same as me. I never wear shoes.
This is getting to be spooky. How can I look through a peephole and see myself looking through a peephole?
Then I heard laughter coming from the other room, getting louder and louder. My husband Ray had fixed up some kind of gadget that he attached to a video camera in our living room behind me.
When I looked through the peephole, I was watching myself look through the peephole.
As he came out of the bedroom, almost doubled over with laughter, he plopped down on the couch still laughing.
I didn’t see anything funny about this at all, at least not right now. Even though I won’t be telling him any time soon, it was a pretty ingenious prank to pull on someone; not a prank he should have pulled on me.
He will pay!
Copyright © 2017 Monna Ellithorpe
This story was written as a result of Weekly Writing Prompt 8-1-2017
(3) What do you see on the other side of the door when you look through a peephole?
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There is Someone at My Door