Some dried out leaves circled around his feet as he stood on the creeky porch. He raised his hand, formed a fist, and prepared to knock on the door.
"Come on," he said. "Just knock on the door."
But he couldn't do it... The horrible memories plauged his thoughts.
"Help me," the young voice shrieked.
He looked around and said to himself "It's not real... Just get in and get out."
He knocked on the door with all his might and was stunned when it opened right away.
"I've come to get what is mine!"
The four walls made him feel as if the house was closing in on him. For it was in this house nearly 20 years before, that the most precious thing was taken from him...
"An eye for an eye..." he shouted loudly.
As he shouted, what he feared most approached him....