Knock Knock
- Reads 9
- Votes 1
- Parts 1
Thought they were nuts. Thought they were crazy. Those people trending online with headlines like "psychotic cult protesting at town square." Who would believe they were warning us? Who would believe they weren't insane? Who would believe their chant: "They walk like us, they look like us, they talk like us, but we can assure you...they are not us."
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
When You Fall in Love with Your Enemy
When I was jumped off the bridge I thought of a moment which made me re-think my decision. But its too late. I was dying. Drowning. Struggling. Then his hand came up to me. He pulled me towards him. I was held up in his arms. He shook me to see if i can open my eyes. But all i can sense is his warmth. Who is he? Why is he saving me? Why is his touch feels so good?
II
The PR release says, "We have this under control," then follows the statement with vaguely scientific-sounding words. No one really buys it. That proves to be a wise decision. Never trust the official statement about something that is far too suspiciously bloody to be simply "under control". When all hell breaks loose, an ex-military war veteran and her soft-spoken bank employee not-really-boyfriend are forced to survive on their own. This is the story the world will neither hear nor tell. This is their story.Complete
Whispers
"Cecelia," the whispers chant, calling me and taunting me. "You foolish girl!" They scream. "You do what we tell you, you are what we make you." Screaming and crying, I ran to my friends, hoping they heard it too.Complete
A Nightmare on Earth Street
What if I told you everyone was damned to eternal torment before they were ever born? That jesus never existed, and none of us know or can know any 'god' because we've been eternally separated? It's true. I've lived in the nightmare of realization for more than fifteen years now. I've studied the bible in depth and I have proof. This book is about reality. I guarantee, I'm not making it up. I can tell you this. It is not a novel, and it may turn out to be the scariest thriller you ever have or will read in your life. Depending on whether or not you realized I'm right about everything. Comparable to the story in which everyone who reads a book or watches a movie dies. Like 'the ring', except this is real. And no word can describe the terror I have lived with, or that some of you will live or die with. A true story worth more than all of the books ever written. And whether or not I'm unfortunate enough to beat any of you there, and whether or not you believe me. . . I'LL SEE YOU IN HELL.Complete
The Story of Her DISCONTINUED
They said we were like Romeo and Juliet. Fated to fall in love. Or maybe we were just fated to fall. Disclaimer: this was my first 'official' book on wattpad, and because of that it is seriously cringe. I'm no longer apart of this fandom or really support it, so i changed it & it's no longer a fanfiction, but feel free to read it at your own risk.Complete
Almos
"Who are you?" I asked him but instead of answering my question he suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me for a run. I don't know where he will bring me but to my surprised, I let him. We run away from something I don't know. I just know that there is something that was pulling me through a deep unknown darkness. But he was there and now we are running away. I don't know who he is yet I trusted him with all my life. For that instant, I knew my heart belongs to him. *** *** "I didn't mean to love you yet I love you so much I cannot hold you so tight." I said those words and I couldn't stop myself not to feel the bitterness of the truth we are going to face. But still I hold her hand even though I know that it isn't right. We run and I save her. Yet, I don't know it was the beginning and I don't want to find out the ending. Still, the end is near and I cannot hold her even though my heart already belongs to her.
Savior (a Andy Biersack romance)
I felt the back of my head connect with the wall and felt a hot liquid pour down my neck and back. I touched my hand to the back of my head and lifted my hand up to examine a shiny liquid that must have been my blood. I felt dizzy and my stomach turned as I saw so much blood covering my hand. The man then laid me on the ground and stripped me. I was so weak by this point that I couldn't even fight back. He then spread my legs and took what he wanted. All I could do was lie there moaning in pain. All of a sudden I heard someone yell and the man got off of me and ran. I saw a pair of blue eyes and said, "My savior," and then I fell into darkness.Complete
Suffering Among Flowers
"I didn't kill him." I repeated the same line over and over again. He wasn't dead. I knew it. I know that he's alive. "I didn't kill him." He had to be out there, but it didn't matter now. They wouldn't let me out of here no matter how much I begged. "I'm not crazy and he's not dead!" I yelled out. No one answered. I began rocking back and forth. "I didn't kill him."Complete
Fatal Attraction: Falling into a Cruel love (Boyxboy)
Why did he kidnap me? This happened 3 months ago. Many times I have tried to escape the clutches of his rough hands. Many times I have cried for help. But I need to get stronger in order to escape from him. Now, three months later, I think about this, but now my feelings are different. I wanted to kill him, to make him suffer the way he made me suffer. "Do it, kill him!" Is what I'm thinking. "Kill him and it will be over. I will be able to escape." The mask that was hiding his identity looks at me as I hold the knife to his throat. The whole time I been wondering why I didn't just slit his throat. He told me to do it, to finish him but I couldn't, I just couldn't. I couldn't hate him for the times he whipped me or raped me. I just couldn't. I looked at him holding the knife to his throat with a shaky hand. No matter how hard I try I can't hate him. No matter how hard I try I can't get the knife to slice Reidson's throat. Dropping the knife on the floor I look at his face. I couldn't see his eyes because of the white mask. Now the same hands that used to be so rough became soft and warm. He still beats and rapes me but I figured out why I didn't hate him for making me suffer like this with these same hands that hurt me so cruelly are now touching my face gently. I held his hand to my chest as I look at his masked face. His hand is stained with blood. My blood. I look at his face, I have fallen into a cruel love.Complete
The Streets
They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.Complete
When I was jumped off the bridge I thought of a moment which made me re-think my decision. But its too late. I was dying. Drowning. Struggling. Then his hand came up to me. He pulled me towards him. I was held up in his arms. He shook me to see if i can open my eyes. But all i can sense is his warmth. Who is he? Why is he saving me? Why is his touch feels so good?
More detailsContent Guidelines