The Only One Left

The old woman sat in her chair, rocking back and forth as she knitted. Patiently, she watched the clock. Tick, tick tick...It seemed to be going more and more slowly. Each second felt like an hour. Not that she had anything to wait for...or anyone. She knew she was the last remaining person in the world; the only one left. No one had been spared...except for her. She shivered and a chill went up her spine, as it did every time she thought of It.

Every bone in her body creaked. It was a stormy night. Thunder rumbled outside, and then silence. The storm had suddenly stopped. The curtains blew apart, although the windows were closed, and the woman's haunted face looked strangely grotesque in the dim light.

The doorbell rang.