eight

Although her 'yes' had been calm, in her mind was chaos. "What is going on?!" Jocelyn thought to herself. A small part of her was relieved that Amelia wasn't losing her mind but the feeling of relief was overwhelmed by the feeling of terror.
"But where is it coming from?" She asked out loud.
"I don't know," Amelia replied. "But this isn't even the weirdest part.

Amelia got out of bed to explain the mystery of the door knob. That's when she noticed that Jocelyn was staring at her with wide eyes.
"Relax, Joce. It's harmless. Here let me show you." Amelia prompted for Jocelyn to join her by the door.
"Give me your hand."
Jocelyn obliged and let Amelia move her hand towards the knob. As soon as she touched the knob she wanted to remove her hand but Amelia held it in place.
"Relax. Listen." She told Jocelyn.

Calmer now, Jocelyn listened. She listened to the clinking of glasses and humming voices. She thought she heard laughter as well every now and then. All of this was encased within a beautiful melody playing in the background.
"Joce?" A familiar voice asked. It was Amelia. She opened her eyes not remembering when she closed them.

seven

The next night, Jocelyn stayed over at Amelia's place. To be honest, she was relieved when Amelia asked her to do so because she was a bit worried about her well being. The girls had dinner and then settled in for a movie. The movie ended around midnight with no appearance by the yellow light. As the credits rolled, Amelia stared at the door, frowning, while Jocelyn stared at Amelia, not knowing what to say.

Thankfully, Amelia broke the silence.
"Stop staring at me like I'm crazy, Joce," Amelia turned towards her.
"I don't think you're crazy, Amelia. Maybe you're just stressed and sleep deprived. You could come sleep at my place if you want to get away from ask this. Maybe -"
"Maybe what?" Amelia asked. Jocelyn had stopped midsentence. As she asked, she noticed that Joce was staring at something behind her and that yellow light was reflecting off of her face.

Amelia turned around. "You see it too, right?" She asked.
"Yes."

six

Jocelyn entered Amelia's apartment and locked the door behind her. Inside the bedroom, Amelia heard the main door close and called Jocelyn.
"I'm here." Jocelyn said, picking up the call, "You're in your bedroom right?"
"Yeah, come here but don't try to open the door," Amelia instructed.
"Okay..." Jocelyn said, confused. "I'm here, now what?"
"Do you see a light under the door?"
"Well I just turned on the hall light. Let me switch it off and check."
Jocelyn was in complete darkness. "There's no light Amelia. I can't see a thing."
"Fine," said Amelia, "open the door."
She watched as the door opened and the light disappeared, a confused and worried Jocelyn in it's place instead. 

five

Amelia was sitting in bed with the lights off, watching a movie on her laptop. It was a romantic comedy about a girl trying to track down an old lover - exactly her kind of movie. Midway through the search, Amelia got distracted. The darkness behind her screen had disintegrated into a yellow glow. The light was back. This time she knew it wasn't a dream. The movie still running, Amelia stared at the door and reached for her phone. 12:07 AM. Jocelyn would be asleep. She called her anyway.

"Amelia?" A groggy voice picked up, "what happened?"
"It's back," Amelia said, "I was watching a movie and then all of a sudden yellow light started coming in through the door."
"Oh my God," replied Jocelyn, now fully awake. "Do you think someone is in your house?"
"No. There's no sound and the light isn't moving," Amelia said, knowing that the light would disappear as soon as she opened the door.

But at the moment, she couldn't think of anything else to do than to get rid of it. So she got up to close it. However, she had forgotten about the sounds and when she touched the door knob, she could hear them again.

Amelia realized that Jocelyn was still talking to her.
"Amelia? Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Yes. Joce can you come here? Let yourself in with your key"

After assuring that Amelia was alright, Jocelyn got out of bed, grabbed Amelia's key and headed out the door. What was going on?

four

Amelia was sitting on a bench, sipping hot chocolate she'd bought from Rizzo's. It's was now 5:30 AM, Jocelyn and Sammy would be here any minute. She heard barking and looked to the left, smiling. "Sammy!" Amelia exclaimed as the Collie greeted her.

"Ready to go?" Jocelyn asked.
"I actually already jogged today," Amelia said, "How about we just let Sammy loose?"

With that, Amelia began to recall her morning experience while Sammy enjoyed his leashless morning run.

As always, they left the park around 6:30 AM. Amelia went home and got ready for work. She was a guidance counselor at West Mill Elementary. Sitting down at her desk, she had all but forgotten about the door. That is, until two nights later. 

three

Taking half a step out, Amelia peered around, not sure what she was expecting to see. She stepped back in and closed the door. No light. "Of course not," she thought to herself, "I must be losing my mind."
She walked over to her bedside table and picked up her phone. 4:48 AM.

Amelia looked at the door. She knew she wouldn't be able to fall back asleep right now, so she grabbed her sneakers and headed out for a jog. It was a bit early but that was fine, the park down the street usually began filling up with joggers and dog owners around 5 AM. 

two

Shuffling over to the door, Amelia tucked loose strands of her hair behind her ear and reached for the door knob. Gasping, her hand reflexively let go of it as her heart hammered against her chest. After a few breaths, Amelia reached for the door knob again. This time her hand was shaking.

Once again, as soon as her palm met the metal knob, the sound of chattering voices and clinking glasses filled her ears. Amelia forced herself to keep holding it. Listening closely, she could make out faint music and the clicking of heels on the floor. Slowly, she turned door knob. The light disappeared and she opened the door to her empty hall. 

one

Feeling cold but not wanting her sleep to go away, Amelia felt around for her blanket. Unable to find it, she groaned and opened her eyes. Before she could continue her search, Amelia's attention was drawn to the yellow light flooding in through the crack between the door and it's frame.

"How strange," she thought, sitting up and rubbing her eyes, half sure she must be dreaming. Her house didn't have a single yellow light and the hall had no windows from which the light may be streaming in. Swinging her legs over the bed, she got up to investigate.