Knock Knock Horror Movies Novelas e Histórias

So warm and comfy. It doesn't take long when it pours again. Heavier than yesterday night's. My sleepiness fades away when I hear something from outside of the room, making me sit up straight. I get out of bed and then check the living room with my phone's torch, but there's nothing to be seen but the very faint moonlight penetrating the glass windows. I swear, I heard something from here. It was like a knocking sound. "Hello?" I say. O God. I feel so stupid by asking the void. Nobody answers back. Of course. I'm all alone. I should've never chosen a horror-themed film today. This is what I get after watching — anxiety. Anyway, they're fictitious, and fun to witness so.

Around midnight I heard a knock on my bedroom door. At first I thought I had just imagined it but then it came again and for a few seconds I was flooded with thoughts of a ghost doing that because everyone was sleeping right now and it was dark and quiet around so it did spook me out. I got out of bed and slowly twisted the door knob open, mimicking the way the actors in horror movies do because sometimes I get this sick enjoyment in imagining myself in that role, doing all the things I scream at the actors to not do.

She chuckled. "Nice idea! We'll watch a horror movie!" I said happily as I watched her eyes widen at the suggestion. "No! I want to watch The Vow!" She pouted. "How about Insidious? Or The Exorcism of Emily Rose?" I asked, ignoring her protests and skipping to the box to search for a good horror movie. "No!" She shouted behind me. "How about Poltergeist?" "No!" "Annabelle?" "No!" "The Grudge?" "No freaking way. I don't​ want to wet my pants. I watched it once and damn, I was so near to pissing myself. That creature, oh my God, that thing in that movie gives me nightmares."

As she closed her eyes hoping to fall asleep sooner or later and then wake up into a much better day the next day, hopefully. But as she turned off the light next to her bed, she heard a knock on the door. Startled, Sunni flipped opened her eyes. She went mute looking into the dark ceiling as the knock came again, and again. She was now frightened as fear gripped her little self. At that same moment, many thoughts ran through her little head, unpleasant and creepy thoughts! What could that be? who would be knocking at her door at night? could it be a visitor here for Hana? a passerby? or maybe ....a ghost?! But how did the person get past the sitting room and to the bedroom?