User:TheHorridKnocker

Stopping The Clock
As The Knocker raced up the stairs, I heard his demonic chuckle.I could hear the scream of my Mom and a door slam and the chant "Knock Knock...Knockers here to stop the clock!". Then I heard a gunshot and a quick slash down the stairs.

I was 7 when I heard the Name "Knocker" for the the first time.I was finishing 2nd grade when I heard a fifth grader say "The Knocker is coming!"I kept this silent from all of my friends so they would't think I was lying to them.When I got home i wrote about it in my Journal...of course I thought he was a Super Hero,because I loved them.At this time,Knocker was just in my imagination...

4 Years Later I heard about him again...this time I was Obsessed with Killers so when I came home I grabbed my Journal and drew the craziest,goriest,and worst drawing I could think of.The next day my mom woke me up with tears in her eyes,I asked her what was wrong...she told me that my friend had died from unknown causes,I stayed home that day crying all day. A few weeks later my friend's parents invited us over for dinner. After I finished I asked if I could go explore,they said yes. I walked up stairs and ran around a bit so they wouldn't know what I was doing,after I ran around I tip-toed into my friend's old room. I walked around looking at things,then I stood silent,pale,and shaky as I saw a man in the doorway,I didn't recognize him at all.He was tall,pale,and strong and also hinted of a rotting odor with blood dripping off of something shiny on his belt,I caught my eye on his gray hair and shiny,creepy grin.Then he said"Knock Knock...Knockers here to stop the clock!".Thats all I remembered when I woke up in the Hospital 7 days later.The Doctor said I had 4 stab wounds,a broken arm,and that someone had carved a "K" on my chest.I stayed at the Hospital for a while until I got healthy enough to go back home.It was 2 months later when I saw a familiar man walking through my yard towards my house. I screamed for my mom and she told me to stay in my room. I heard her go in her room and go through her cabinets,then I heard her door open,my mom screamed and the familiar chant "Knock Knock...Knockers here to cut the clock" was heard. Then I heard a gunshot and a quick slice down the stairs, and I saw him running into the forest.At that moment,He looked back and grinned,with blood streaming down his forehead,I saw him run away. I haven't seen him since,I wonder now what he would have done if my mom hadn't shot.His Face still Haunts me in my dreams...

I guess life is a game of survival.

-THK