Kidnapped

"There was only one rule: don't open the door. 

And I didn't as I stared at the haunting light seeping into the darkness, barging in through the keyhole, casting a pinching chillness in the room. 

I couldn't move an inch. My body restrained from getting up from the bed. Squeezing my head into the pillow, I wanted to scream as the silence of the darkness was threatening. The shadows sneaking around the door felt dreadful. The slithering whispers felt like a poisonous bite. Every corner seemed creepy, like ivy crawling over the window, riding a horse with a spear, ready to kill. And I wanted to fight with every inch of my strength as I promised to stay fearless of the abducting ghosts. Yet scared, I buckled under my comforter for safety, and my voice froze to make a call for help. With my eyes wide open from the floor to the ceiling, every gap began to turn into shadowy beasts stooping in to swallow me. Even the usual cricket sounds felt so eerie, and I heard myself crying and wetting the bed, desperate to get out. 

Suddenly, the dim lights lit up, and I sensed a hand crawl in to grab my ankle. With a jerk to my body, I wailed, and I sliced him with the sharp-edged glass I picked up from the dungeon.

Repeatedly striking, "There was only one rule: don't open the door."

But nothing, no blood, not an inch of cut on his body. Horrified, I ran to the door, hitting hard, to take me away from the monster, for I had already killed him.

Doctor, "Why does he haunt me again and again?" 

Trapped and kidnapped in his dreams, I stay in this haunting house, locked out from the actual world, undiscovered, unfound.