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Knock Knock!

Knock, knock… Who’s there?

There is a darkness inside my head I cannot let go of. You keep knocking, I don’t answer. I run away and seek shelter. You haunt, hunt, and want me to go down.  I run away so I can’t be found.

I can feel you as you search, your breath is heavy on my neck. I am sure you are not heaven sent.

Your footsteps vibrate the earth beneath my feet. Ever so close, I know you are there. The evil within you I can sense. So close, so far, ever so near. I fight you off each time and disappear. I know you know that I know you are not real. You are nothing but the shadows that play in the night. Bouncing around by the light of the darkness in my mind. Each time I feel I am about to crack; I am saved by the morning light.

Yet you do not leave, you do not fight. You hang around each day till night. Then you come and visit once more, our duel continues, and our struggle does not end.

With each night I try to repent. Relentlessly you come at me. Wearing me down bit by bit. It is the evil that you are. Persuasive, aggressive, and wicked, are you? Each time I am calm and settled down… Just when I thought I had gotten rid of you. Your evilness, pain, and judgment stick out its ugly head. From behind each corner, every shadow you lurk. Waiting to pounce. You wear me down and sometimes I feel like giving up. But once more I am saved at dawn.

In the dark you thrive; in the light you are weak. Somehow, I need to rest, otherwise, I won’t pass this test. So dark, so lonely is the night, so tiresome and ruthless is the day. I don’t know which one I should fear the least.

I am tired of this Jekyll and Hyde. I need you to go into a dark corner and die. Yet you are already dead; I know. Only in my head do you thrive and grow. So occasionally, we show our pain, and for a while, you evaporate. Somehow as time goes on, you gain momentum to carry on. Knock, knock… “Who’s there?” I ask. It is you and your evil ways. Get out! I scream and scream again. You don’t listen and no, you don’t go. So, we fight each night… Knock, knock who’s there? I know you are the demons playing in my head. You speak to me in riddles and tongues. I understand you no matter what. One day I will rid you for good, but until then we feel our pain. Knock, knock, until you disappear.

No, I am not crazy, nor do I hear voices in my head. Once in a while, it’s fun to pretend. So, if you made it this far my friend…

Knock, knock, it’s me, the voice inside your head.

Zsolt Zsemba

Zsolt Zsemba has worn many different hats. He has been an entrepreneur, and businessman for over 30 years. Living abroad has given him many amazing experiences in life and also sparked his imagination for writing. After moving to Canada from Hungary at the age of 10 and working in a family business for a large part of his life. The switch from manufacturing to writing came surprisingly easily for him. His passion for writing began at age 12, mostly writing poetry and short stories. In 1999, the chance came to write scripts. Zsolt took some time off from his family business to write in Jakarta Indonesia for MD Entertainment. Having written dozens of soap operas and made for TV movies, in 2003 Zsolt returned to the family business once more. In 2018, he had the chance to head back to Asia once again. He took on the challenge to be the COO for MD Pictures and get back into the entertainment business. The entertainment business opened up the desire to write once more and the words began to flow onto the pages again. He decided to rewrite a book he began years ago. Organ House was reborn and is a fiction suspense novel while Scars is a young adult drama focused on life’s challenges. After the first two books, his desire to write not only became more challenging but enjoyable as well. After having several books completed he was convinced to publish them for your enjoyment. Zsolt does not tend to stay in one specific genre but tends to lean towards strong female leads and horror. Though he also has a few human interest books, he tends to write about whatever brews in his brain for a while.