KNOCK KNOCK CHAPTER 1 "KNOCK OF DEATH"

CHAPTER 1

KNOCK OF DEATH

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 kid was standing in smoke, couldn’t find his way through it. He was frightened and crying all alone in that thick soot. He started walking but suddenly there was a blast. He stopped with terror; people started crying all around, he could hear their pain clearly. He was trying to find the people when he heard some contradictory voices, some mocking guffaws among these forlorn cries which scared him even more. Then adding to his fear, he heard three gunshots, one after another, and quickly after that he was seeing fire everywhere, helpless snivels and vicious laughs were getting louder. He started running with tears falling from his face and suddenly someone grabbed him from behind……. The person lying in a dark room woke up, panting and sweating, he checked time on his cell phone, relaxed himself for a couple of minutes, stood up and left the room.

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DECEMBER 15, 2015

LONDON

11:30 PM

It was an unperturbed night in England. Trees were wearing white jackets and the houses did the matching except the contrasting roads, light snowfall, freezing breeze, complete silence and calmness in the streets. But the ensuing Christmas day was presenting a scene of hustle and bustle in almost every home, everybody was busy as well as Peter.

            Peter, a young boy of 22, youngest among his siblings with blond hair and greyish eyes, was also busy in the Christmas preparations. He was a law student but he wanted to become an actor and he had everything for it, style, looks, confidence, skills and wealth. But his father wanted him to follow his footsteps and study law. Going in orgies and staying out the whole night were Peter’s obsessions. In short, he was the perfect example of a spoiled child.

That night he didn’t go anywhere because he was asked to help in the Christmas preparations and contrary to his usual behavior, he agreed. Silence in the street broke with the stomping of different shoes on the road. Something was moving on the road that was tall and wearing a black hood which was covering the head and its face was not visible due to the darkness of night. Strangely enough, it seemed to be floating instead of walking.

Suddenly that creature stopped at Peter’s door and knocked the door twice. His siblings were out of city for their studies. Only Peter and his parents were at home. The electricity went out as the door was knocked. Peter’s parents were in bed and long asleep but Peter was busy with his drugs instead of preparing for Christmas. He heard the knock on the door but ignored it completely. After a few minutes the light came back but after another five minutes the door was knocked and electricity went out again. He didn’t care and ignored the knock at the door again thinking that it must be a beggar at this time of night. Again, lights came back but this time it started twinkling…ON…OFF…ON…OFF…

Peter suddenly got on his feet as it was not normal for the light to flicker like this. While thinking about it, Peter heard the voice of door being opened. Peter’s heart skipped a beat, all his hangover was gone and now he was in full consciousness. He saw something gradually floating towards him with the strange voices of shoes. Suddenly, as he was moving back in fear, his foot slipped and as he fell on the floor, the TV turned on its own. That shocked Peter even more and for a second, he forgot about that manlike thing gradually gaining on him and saw towards the TV. A man was tied, on the wall with his both arms and legs, in TV and another man was drilling holes through his body and his blood was splashing all around. Peter got stuck where he was after seeing that scene on TV. His whole body started sweating. Suddenly he heard the strange shoes’ voices getting louder. He turned his face to that monster that was now just a few feet away from him. Peter’s face turned pale all of a sudden. He somehow gathered himself together and started running upstairs.

That beast continued chasing him and now Peter was at a dead end. That manlike thing was now in front of him. He was facing downwards so Peter couldn’t see his face until now.

Then with a trembling voice Peter asked, “W..wh…what do y..you w..wanttt??”

No reply. Peter continued with putting in front of him every single penny in his pockets, “T..ta…take all my money”

But that beast kept moving towards him without uttering a single word. Peter wanted to shout but he had no voice. That beast pulled out a sharp blade with blood dripping from it and got near him. Shivering, sweating and with a very fast heartbeat, Peter anticipated his own death in the next few minutes.

At that moment, Peter finally saw that creature’s face, unfortunately the last sight of his life. Blood red eyes, wrinkled forehead, small pointed nose, dead white skin and a scar on its chin. Peter got froze and cold as ice and his eyes stopped blinking and he fell on the ground like a wooden stick. Nobody was there except Peter(late). Just two words on the window written with blood…KNOCK KNOCK

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