Never Ending Loops

Knocks

It was about 12:05 AM when I heard a strange knock at the front door. It wasn't repetitive or something. It was just, loud like you'd smash a wall with a sledge-hammer. I jumped out of the bed and went downstairs to see who's knocking but when I opened the door I noticed there was no one, that kinda freaked me out but I was living in an old mansion because the rent was dirt cheap, so I just told myself the sound might be coming from somewhere else, maybe a window was open or something. After making sure all the windows are closed, I checked the clock to see it was just 12:15. Of course I could't sleep anymore so I made myself a coffee and a sandwich, and as a lazy person I was, headed for the TV.
After warching some movies I began to feel tired again buuut it was already 6 in the morning so I had to get ready for work "Damn..I'll be a freakin' zombie today" I told myself as I made my way to the bathroom. After a cold well deserved shower, I got dressed in my casual suit, got in my car and headed for work. While I was driving I noticed something in the woods behind the house but I was already late so I presumed it was just an animal, nothing unusual. When I got to work the first strange thing happened. My co-worker whom I considered my only true friend, ignored me like if I didn't even exist, "Strange, maybe he didn't get enough sleep or something" I thought. After what felt like an eternity of paper work, I packed my bag to go back home, at about 5 PM. After I got in my car I started to feel dizzy, probably because I didn't have time to eat anything but that sandwich so I decided to get a quick snack. On my way to the local fast food my head started hurting like hell, it felt like someone was drilling a hole into it. It..it hurt so bad, I couldn't focus on anything, not even breathing abd out of neattention..I drove over a girl that was crossing the road. As soon as I felt the impact, her little body under the car's wheels, the pain stopped. I was terrified, didn't knew what to do, while getting out of the car to check the girl hoping she was still alive, even if the chances were slim, maybe she was just hurt, I felt a hand grab my foot. The words "Help me" came from under the car. The girl was about 10 m behind the car getting up like it was nothing. I went pale as snow and shook my foot, closed the door and slammed the gas without looking back, I drove waay past the speed limit but nothing could make me go slower. I felt like my heart was trying to leave my chest. I went straight home as fast as the car could go, while turning on my street I noticed a red car parked outside the house, I figured out my parents came to visit me since they knew I was living alone in a big old mansion so their company would make me feel better. While parking, I decided not to tell them I drove over a girl not about the hand and the creepy voice and headed inside.
There I saw them standing on the couch, in the living room waiting for me. "Mom, Dad, welcome!" I screamed as I hurried up to hug them, since I didn't see them in 2 long years, I missed them a lot. But something wasn't actually right, my dad was a cold father that wouldn't like his son to notice he has a weak side and my mom was over protective and wouldn't want to leave my side no mather what. Now, my father was hugging me with such force I was barely breathing while my mother was watching the tv, the only words she said were "Hi, Alex". Later that night after having long discussions with my dad about how my life was in the past 2 years and my mom listening to us, I prepared a room for them then excused myself and went to sleep. I woke up at about 3 AM to get a glass of water when I noticed my father in the living room, on the floor, face down. I went over to see if he's ok, maybe he got drunk and passed out there, who knows. "Dad, Dad, wake up and go to bed" I said, but there was no response. After a check I noticed he had no pulse, nothing at all, even tried to listen to a heart beat but there was nothing. I was shocked, mortified, I couldn't even breathe properly due to my tears and screams. My mom heard me and ran out of the room, and down the stairs, tripping over at the middle of the long, old, wooden stairs, breaking her neck. I..I was shocked..couldn't..didn't..wanna move. I just stood there in the living room with the dead bodies od my parents, my mom on the left and my dad on the right. I closed my eyes and hoped this was just a bad dream, a fucking nightmare I will wake up any second now.

I was in bed, I woke up to strange knocks on the door, the clock was 12:05 AM