INT. KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
Dominic runs in, panicking, and out of breath, only to find Phil there, drinking alone.
PHIL: "Woh, slow down."
DOM: "Knox, he's here. I saw him."
Philip LAUGHS.
PHIL: "That's just an old child's tale. He doesn't exist. Besides, it's probably the frat leaders playing a harmless joke on us."
DOM: "Where's Nate?"
BEEP, BEEP.
Dominic checks his phone to a text message.
DOM: "Knock, knock."
Dominic's eyes sharpen at the message.
BEEP, BEEP.
Another message sent to Dominic's phone.
PHIL: "Open it."
DOM: "No way! What if it's Knox?"
PHIL: "He doesn't exist. Just open it."
Dominic opens the second message.
DOM: "Who's there?"
BEEP, BEEP.
Third message. Dominic opens it.
DOM: "Annie."
PHIL: "Annie who? Who's Annie?"
SHATTERING. A broken glass heard nearby.
DOM: "Nate."
Nathan slowly walks in. Blood dripping from a scar on his forehead, blood on his hands, and a busted bloody lip.
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.
