Knock, Knock Madness

Knock, knock the door opens, walk inside feeling ghostly hands touching your face and arms, tugging at you, pulling you all around, hear the cackles of laughter raise the hairs on your arms and the back of your neck. It's cold and cold, all around you is darkness. You see red thousand glowing eyes, cackling at you, while feeling a cold breath on the back of your neck, you freeze in the place where you stand, muttering in you mind wondering if you've gone mad. Prickling on your skin is little pins poking at you, which you know well it's the coldness wanting to tighten it's grip upon you. You yell out a loud cry, yet you hear nothing from the darkness. You shed a tear in the fear your heart feels within, as you know that you are alone and with the evil. You sit shivering thinking and feeling with every fiber of your being, as the many ghostly hands and thousand red eyes surrounds you in comfort. You shed many tears and a thousand more. In an instant you stop, laugh out with a cry of joy, as you look down in your lap and cackle with demented pleasure. You raise your head with an evil grin wide as you can bear to give, while bringing a hand to the floor and opening eyes. Crimson red your eyes glow brightly like rubies. You knock three times on the floor, giving way to show brightly your sharply jagged teeth.
Once more you knock three times.
Knock, Knock, Knock.