It was a cold and dark night in Terrorvile and was a night like other nights here:Dark and Cold. But not for me I just moved here with my family and they said, "We need a break from the city". I don't understand why but that's how it started. Buy I don't like it here there's something wrong about this place. I suddenly hear a knock on the door (knocking) I go to see who it is but all I see is a tall man with a dark hooded cloak. My brain says to ask who it is better but my heart tells me to run out of here. So I run all the way to my room but the knocking gets aggressive so I hide in my closet. Then from the cracks I can see a dark figure in front of the closet my heart raced so fast I pass out. When I wake back up I'm in my bed I start to freak out but then I think my parents came back home and put me in my bed. With that settled I go to the kitchen and see my parents made breakfast. I started to tell them thanks for putting me back in bed but then my mom says, "we didn't do anything." After that my face goes pale from fear...
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A Knock of TERROR
HorrorA short scary story for those who are willing to stay up late and look at the people at the door....
