Knock Knock Horror Movies Novelas e Histórias

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

"Shirley, you should really get in touch with Janet. If she files a report, too, it's a whole different ballgame." "Got it. Thanks, Linda." I ended the call and pulled up Janet's contact on my phone. [Hey, Janet. Got a sec?] Three minutes ticked by before she texted back. What's going on, Shirley?] [I need to ask you something. Did you know there's a mortgage out on your house?] Her response took an eternity. [What mortgage?] [You might want to check your property records.] Twenty minutes ticked by before my phone rang. "Shirley, what's going on? My house is mortgaged for 90,000 dollars! I didn't sign off on any of this!"

Ginnie** Knock. Knock. The sound of a knock at the door shattered the quiet, and I bolted upright, my eyes wide with fear. Who knocks at the door at this hour of the morning? My fingers gripped the sheets as cold fear slid down my spine. My mind raced, grasping at different possibilities of who it was that I didn’t want to name. Was it Varkos? No. He wouldn’t knock at this time. He never would. Kenna? My stomach twisted painfully at the thought. Or worse—someone who already knew too much.

A heavy claw landed on the window she stared from, cracking the fragile shield. Falling back, she screamed as more attempted to break in. Yet, through all that, there was one she felt deeper fear for than the others. A shivering demand drew her to look back to the room she had ran from. The door opened on its own accord, and within that contained darkness emerged a hooded specter. In appearance, its monstrosity was veiled, all but for the blooded horns and snout that resembled a ram. The intensity of it sucked the very breath from her. Froze the blood in her veins until she felt as though every part of her being was constricted and trapped under its scrutiny as it approached. The closer it c

I listened but I could hardly hear anything with the television playing in the background. "Must be the neighbours," I mutter and turn back to the television. How do people watch horror movies they aren't even scary. To be honest it was a comical joke seeing someone getting chased by a masked murderer wheeling a chainsaw. They so deserved it for being naive and stupid. Vroom! Vroom!

Most people knock on doors with a pattern of either two short knocks and one long or two long and one short. But this person outside was different. Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock knock, knock— Knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock, knock knock, knock knock, knock, knock— Knock, knock—knock! Knock, knock—knock! The knocking rhythm even reminded me of a familiar childhood tune. But that didn't help with my morning grumpiness.

Even without seeing his full face, something about him felt dangerously magnetic. Before I could apologize and move away, I heard Marcus and Tessa’s voices coming closer. Panic flooded through me. I did not want Marcus to see me like this — broken, crying, weak. In a moment of pure desperation, I grabbed the stranger’s face and pulled him down into a kiss. He froze for half a second. Then he kissed me back.

CASSIAN The bass pounded through the floor, rattling the walls like the whole damn house was alive. The air was thick with the nauseous combination of booze, sweat, perfume. The kind of mix that clung to your skin and let you know you were definitely making bad decisions. People were everywhere, packed together like sardines. A mess of tangled limbs, wet overly revealing swimsuits, and alcohol induced grins. Someone suddenly cannonballed into the pool, sending water splashing onto half-drunk girls screaming about their hair. A couple was making out and writhing against one another on a deck chair like they weren’t surrounded by fifty other people. Perhaps because they were being egged on by

Isadora: I woke to a knock. Not the slow, menacing kind reserved for ghosts or serial killers. No, this knock was chipper. Two quick taps followed by a hopeful pause, as if the person on the other side were smiling. The horror. I dragged myself out of bed like a reluctant spirit summoned for a séance, black silk robe trailing behind me like a funeral shroud. The floorboards beneath my feet creaked in protest—they hated mornings too. I cracked the door open.

I laughed and covered him with the duvet I used in covering myself earlier. I switched off the lights, before heading to my room to sleep. It was the early hours of the morning when I heard a knock on my door. “Who’s there?” I asked obviously scared, as to who could knock on my door that early. “Stop it,” I screamed and closed my ears the moment the knock persisted. The images of the horror movie I watched earlier crawled into my mind and I began to think about crazy stuffs. Covering my ears with my pillow, I slept soundly.