Hello?

Sitting in my little house,
Enjoying what i've collected.
No one else here, not even a mouse,
No ghosts even to be resurrected.

I gave up long ago,
On that wonderful thing.
Its proven to much for my broken soul,
Promising me wonders and giving me sting.

The millions of different locks,
That elegantly line the door.
The few broken clocks,
That still lay among the floor.

Shattered mirror in the bathroom,
I just want to be alone.
No one coming in,
No one going home.

Knock at the door,
I cant answer it.
I cant take the hurt anymore,
I cant chance it.

Curiosity sparks my interest,
Who would it be?
Slowly taking baby steps,
I go to see.

Hesitantly opening all the locks,
Shakily grabbing the door knob.
Slowly pulling it open, it creaks and pops,
Looking up to a dark blob.

What happens next is a mystery,
A fortune untold.
But i look up to the figure i speak,
I ask "Hello?"