Who's Been Knocking On My Door?

CHAPTER 1

It was midnight
   And someone was knocking on my bedroom door.
   Tap,tap.
   There it was again.
   Very soft,very urgent.
   You must be wondering who I am.My name is Zanna.And I was scared.Really scared.
   Because nobody ever knocks on my bedroom door!
   Like if my parents want me,they’ll just open my door and come in.So if someone was knocking on my door,it meant only one thing.
   It was a stranger!
   And if it was a stranger,that meant someone had broken into our home.You see,we live high in an apartment block.And our front door is always kept locked and bolted
   I clutched the covers to my chin,desperately wondering what to do.Maybe I should scream.Then my parents would come to help me.
   But if I screamed and nobody was there,Dad would yell at me for waking him up for no reason.
   Then I had another thought.Maybe it wasn’t a stranger---maybe it was a ghost!
   No,I told myself.Ghosts don’t knock.If that were a ghost outside my door,it would just walk straight throught the wood!
   Tap,tap.Tap,tap.
   Twice that time!A very soft knock,like whoever it was didn’t want to wake the rest of my family.
   I swallowed.My throat was as dry as a desert.My heart was pounding wildly.I tightened my grip on the covers.I had to do something.If someone was out there,I had to scare them away.
   Taking a deep breath,I lifted the covers and swung my feet to the floor.
   Without making a sound,I tiptoed to the door.
   Tap,tap.
   I pressed one ear to the wood,listening for any sound of breathing or movement.There was none.
   Slowly I reached for the handle, and wondered who was out there on the other side.