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The door swung open right behind without warning. I spun around, slamming my back against the wall as if I could blend in with the curtains. Room door is not locked. Is he still waiting for me Gently, gently and slowly, coming through the door, casting shadows on the floor. Caleb. My legs trembled with fear as he closed the door and walked towards me. He looked exactly like a Demon, wearing black pants and a black button-up shirt, walking slowly, unhurriedly. Still handsome and radiant, enough to make my insides tighten and my heart flutter. That is the most primitive debauchery In the light from the door, his shadow was long and dark. Uninvited, the words of Poe’s prediction, now appeared in the flesh and in the form of the man before me: “Suddenly, I heard a soft clapping, as if someone had come. That’s softly knocking on the door of my bedroom.”