Knock Knock Horror Movies Novels & Stories

Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone knocked on the door. The players immediately became alert and aimed their weapons outside. But there was nothing outside the door. A player named Liam breathed a sigh of relief. “We’re really scaring ourselves. This place was so remote—there weren’t even NPCs here, let alone players.” But they didn’t see that a hand had already slipped inside. Literally. A hand. I recognized it instantly—it was the Patchwork Monster’s right hand.

But the knock wouldn’t stop. “Who the fuck is that???”

Just sat there, pupils huge. “What did you see?” I asked. He shook his head. “Not mine.” It was 3:21 when the knocking started again. Same pattern. Three short. One long. But this time it came from the floor. We froze. All of us. The knocks moved under us, slow. From the hallway to the kitchen. Then to the living room. Right beneath where Irene sat. He climbed onto the couch without a word. The sound stopped. The smell changed then. No more ivory.

Claire said winking at me. I knew what she meant about that. She was indirectly referring to Knox. I cursed silently at her for putting that image in my head. With the determination to make sure I cleared my brain of every memory of that day, I inserted The conjuring. I saw Claire get frightened at the name written on the screen and I smiled. Perfect. It’s game on. I was right about Claire not being able to ever stomach horror movies. She would shriek and scream loudly whenever a spooky scene came. I didn’t stop at making fun of her and scaring her when she’s focused on the screen.

Seeing Hinata in that position made her heart bleed in a sort of way. ****** The sound of a sudden, heavy knock echoed through the dark room, making Courtney, Kerry, and Doris jump. Their hearts raced, panic started creeping into their thoughts. They exchanged terrified glances. "Who could it be?" Kerry whispered. "Was it another of Damon's men coming to torment us?"Doris added. "They have the keys to the main door, why break in through the other one?" Courtney asked. The hit on the soft wooden door continued, and it made them even more confused and anxious.

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* Ava shoved the dildo under the clothes in her box along with her scrap book and jumped to her feet in half a second, her heart pounding as she rearranged her panties over her frustrated sex.

“At least your love life’s never boring. I mean, two brothers? That’s like… Olympic-level relationship management. I don’t know how you’re not charging admission.” “I think you’re living a soap opera, and I’m the best friend who gets to watch it live. Of course I think it’s funny.” I rolled my eyes, but her grin was contagious, and before long we were laughing — not because it was funny, but because if we didn’t, I might cry. The laugh died when the knock came. It wasn’t normal knocking. Not just a polite tap tap. No. No pauses. No waiting for a reply. Just a steady, heavy thud like whoever it was had decided they were getting in one way or another.

The kind that made your skin crawl and your heart skip beats in the wrong places. I pressed my palm to my forehead, trying to breathe, trying to stop the spiral building like a wave I couldn’t outrun. Then— Knock knock. The sound split the room like a scream. The knock wasn’t loud, but it was enough to jolt all of us back to earth. Our eyes snapped to the door in perfect unison, like puppets pulled by the same invisible string. Time seemed to stutter. No one moved. Another knock followed. Harder this time. Slower.

Little did I know that ten years later, it would come down in a windstorm that shook the house, and I could swear to this day that it was a twister. Now that I have a new husband who doesn’t believe in ghosts at all, not as many strange things go on that did when the children were little, except for a couple of things. Between the blood roots in the basement that poke through the cracks in the cement floor and spread to everything they come into contact with, to the shadow in my closet that moves in the night and has eyes that peer at me when I least expect it. There have been so many times when I wake up after hearing my name called out of a sound sleep. This is one of those times when ev