INT. VICTORIAN HOUSE - FOYER - CONTINUOUS
A large and heavy door CREAKS open. The three guys step inside. Cobwebs and dust fill the home. It's fully furnished with a glimpse of light hitting angles of the home.
The DOOR automatically SLAMS behind them. The boys jump.
NATE: "It's an old house, it's fine."
Philip pulls out a bottle of Vodka from his bag.
PHIL: "I say it's time we had our own fun."
Dominic shakes his head.
DOM: "I'm gonna find my room."
NATE (to Dom): "Meet us in the kitchen."
Dominic nods, heading up the stairs.
INT. DOMINIC'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS
Dominic enters a small size room, dark, and dusty like the rest of the house and very suffocating as he airs his chest with his shirt.
He drops his bag on the bed, heading towards the double door balcony.
KNOCK, KNOCK.
Dominic jumps, pushing the balcony doors open with his weight, falling to the floor.
He takes a deep breath, stands, and dusts himself off.
DOM: "I'm coming. Get a grip, Dom. It's just a house."
Looking out, he sees a DARK CLOAK MAN standing outside. The man tilts his head, holding up his fist and making a knock, knock gesture.
Dominic's eyes widen, hurrying back inside, SLAMMING the doors shut, and rushing out the bedroom.
YOU ARE READING
Knock, Knock...
HorrorKnock, knock jokes are supposed to be harmless until it reveals the haunting past of 3 frat pledges fighting to survive a night from a lonely and disturbed jokester in an old Victorian house.
