Novelas y relatos de Knock Knock Horror Movies

In last year's Saturday before Halloween, Jake lied he had a cold and ended having to put up with his annoying brother at home. It's not that he was scared or anything(except from the dark). Hell, he was a big fan of horror stories and movies like Friday the 13th, The Shining, The Amityville Horror and his personal favorite, It. It was just that trying to bring to life such stuff seemed like a very stupid idea to him. 'Fuck Halloween,' he found himself muttering and turned to switch off his phone when he noticed something. Just below Matt's text dialog box, another dialog seemed to have popped up and Jake thought he saw the words, we'll see about that before disappearing and immediately afte

The screen illuminated, showing three missed calls from an unknown number—the bartender’s number. A wave of pure, visceral horror washed over her. If the phone was here, on her nightstand, in her locked apartment... who had answered the call at the bar? Who had laughed? The silence of the apartment was suddenly broken by a soft, wet sound from the corner of the room. The sound of someone smiling too wide while breathing through their nose. From the darkness of the open wardrobe, a voice whispered, mirroring the tone of the phone call. "I didn't want you to be late for our meeting, Clara."

He couldn't just tell Henry that Kimberly had left them and everything was just a contract. As he struggled for words, Henry switched topics. "Forget about her. I miss Siena. Can you take me to her house to play?" Daniel wanted to refuse, but Henry's tears and tantrum left him no choice. In the end, he drove Henry to Siena's place. When he tried to knock on the door, Henry tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "I think I heard noises inside. Is it a ghost?" Daniel, puzzled, leaned closer and listened. Then his heart sank to the bottom.

'knock-knock-knock' The voice is came back. This time I know where it came from. From the mirror. The knocking got louder. The mirror vibrates. As if anything it wanted to break out. I'm getting scared. This is impossible. Or maybe there's something in the cupboard? But what?

Knock. At my door.

I hurried over and tapped the man. "Hey, are you okay?" My hand touched his back, and I froze. A chill ran through me. I turned him over. Every muscle in me locked up. It was the guy from 603. He had multiple stab wounds to the chest, blood soaking his clothes and the mattress beneath him. I nearly collapsed to the floor. What the hell was going on? "Are you out of your fucking mind?" A furious shout rang out from downstairs. It was Jacob. Worried he might run into the killer somewhere in the building, I pushed open the stairwell door and hurried downstairs. In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs.

The knock wasn’t polite. It wasn’t even normal. It was the kind of knock that said I’m not asking, I’m entering - three sharp bangs, loud enough to rattle the chandelier above us. All four of my brothers straightened instantly. Rowan’s glass paused halfway to his mouth. Silas’s jaw locked. Kieran set his tumbler down with a quiet, deadly click. And Damon - Damon was already moving before any of us exhaled, crossing the room in three long steps.

Arthur~ The knock came at six in the morning. Not a normal knock. Not the kind delivered by neighbors, friends, or delivery drivers. This one was sharp. Deliberate. The kind that immediately made your stomach tighten before your brain caught up. I was already awake. Sleep and I had not been getting along lately. So when the second knock came, I was standing before it finished.

Claire was on her bed watching a movie when she heard a soft knock on the door. Claire listened again to ensure she had heard correctly, and she found out it was so. The knock came again, this time far louder than before. Oh no, who could it be knocking at this night? Claire checked the time; it was well past Ten. At such an hour, whoever could knock couldn't be up to any good. Claire remembered the day of the wedding and the things that had happened that day. As a result, many strange thoughts began to go through her mind.

I never knew these werewolves could be this dangerous. “Knock knock.” There was a knock on the door, and I snapped out of my thoughts. I blinked twice in confusion as I wondered who that could be. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out, just to make myself relax and calm. I needed to calm down in this kind of situation because being anxious won't fix this. The knock came again the second time. “Knock knock.”