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Knocker



Estimated reading time — 3 minutes

“Okay, so get this. My dad comes upstairs last night, right? He walks in and he’s like ‘how do you put pictures in an email? There’s this thing that says attachments but I don’t want to attach anything I just want to send pictures.’” My best friend and I laughed at the misfortune of the older generation as a whole. We sat on our beds, states apart, internet friends brought together by the magic of technology. It was a Sunday; cold, rainy, and it was late. The digital display on my bedside table gave off a red 1:58am. Inwardly, I groaned at how late it was, even though I had nowhere to be the next day.

“Hey dweeb, shouldn’t you be getting to bed? It’s like 3am there, isn’t it?” I looked at my friend’s face on my laptop screen briefly before turning my attention to the potato chip bag to my right. Grabbing the bag, I tilted my head back and poured the salty snack into my mouth, golden and greasy crumbs tumbling down my face and chest. “Damn it,” I muttered.

My friend shrugged, also glancing at the clock visible on the wall behind her. “Eh, summer break for a reason right?” My clock now glowed an angry 2:00am. “Hang on,” my friend said, climbing off of her unmade bed to peer out her door and down the stairs. I directed my attention to my crumb covered face and chest, brushing them off and onto my equally unmade bed. When I looked back up, Natalie was holding her laptop, carrying it down the dark stairs. “Someone’s knocking. Plus I’m hungry, so I’m taking you with me.”

“Kay,” I said, switching tabs to check my facebook feed. As usual, nothing exciting. I switched back to the Skype window in time to see her peer out of the peep hole in her door and shrug.

“I don’t even see anyone,” she said, busying herself with looking through cupboards for a suitable late night snack. I heard the faucet turn on. “Do I want mac and cheese or?”

“Obviously.” 2:10am. This time I heard the knocking too.

“Are you kidding me?” Natalie said, this time opening the door. Looking past her, I couldn’t see anyone. She shook her head and shut the door. “Who the hell does this at 3 in the morning anyway? Like, are you serious right now?” I shrugged in response and watched her put a pot of water to boil on the stove. Another knock. I could almost feel the anger radiating through the screen. Natalie threw the door open and shouted into the night, “WHAT?!”. I winced from her volume, knowing full well how fantastic her temper could get. Again, I strained my eyes to look past her, but there was no one to be seen.She shut the door, and as soon she did, another loud series of knocks came from the other side of the door, making it visibly shake. I watched her freeze and back away from the door. She slowly turned to face the webcam. “I swear to God, I just checked and there was no one out there,” she whispered into the mic.

“Natalie…” I whispered, watching the door slowly slide open behind her. The lights in her kitchen flicked off suddenly, giving me only one brief glimpse of her panicked face. After a second, I heard a spine chilling scream, so filled with agony and distress that it made me weak. “Natalie!” I screamed, hands flying to my mouth to silence myself. My screen suddenly filled with a new face, someone with a makeshift mask that appeared to be made out of a white sheet, an unsettling smiley face drawn on in black marker, lit only by the backlight on Natalie’s computer. That was the last thing I saw before the video call was disconnected. I panicked, slammed my laptop shut, and began searching my bed for my phone. Unable to find it, I ran out to the kitchen and snatched up the house phone, dialing 911 with frantic, shaking fingers.

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“911, what is your emergency?”

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“I-I’m calling t-to report…to report…”

“Hello? Stay with me.”

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My eyes flickered to the clock on the microwave. 3:00am.

There was a knock on the door.

Credit To – Ashleigh Margaret

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28 thoughts on “Knocker”

  1. that was kind of an amateur type of a kids horror story… but I like the potential…could have been done better

  2. I have to say, the ending very much spoiled this for me. I was thoroughly enjoying this until the knocking of the main girl’s door. I feel as though that was a little altogether impossible for something which appeared to be a story about a psychopath. Nevertheless, good story overall. I liked it.

  3. There was a lot that didn’t really work in this to be honest.

    1) The parents of teenagers know enough to know how email works.

    2) Nobody says dweeb. Ever. Even back in the 90’s nobody actually ever used that expression except in bad sitcoms. The story also couldn’t of taken place in the 90’s because webcamming and facebook weren’t much of a thing back then.

    3) What idiot answers the door at 2 am? I know you need to have a suspension of disbelief when reading creepypastas but this is asking a bit too much.

    4) The entire ending was just a big “..what?” It made absolutely no sense. Is this girl’s house so big it takes her 50 minutes to get to the kitchen? Does she not have a cell phone? If she’s online using skype couldn’t she of just called 911 from there? Is her internet friend actually a block away and the killer is just going door to door?

    While the writing style itself wasn’t bad, the actual content of the story had zero cohesion

  4. When she heard the knock while making mac & cheese, I thought this was going to be a slendy pasta, same plot and everything. Until it said that there was nobody at the door the times that she opened it, then I thought “How could there be tails doll in a pasta where they didn’t even mention Sonic?”. And then there was the face that appeared in the camera, and I don’t even know what pasta that is supposed to be, unless it’s Jane. Anyway, what I’m trying to get at is, this was a whole bunch of plots and plot twists thrown together to make a somewhat familiar tasting pasta.
    Speaking of pasta, I just love how you had Natalie fix pasta, such a play on the readers side I can’t begin to describe it.

  5. Has very good potential. Maybe some more build up could be nice, considering how quickly time went by. you don’t have to fill up an actual hour of reading, but some more pacing could do some good.

  6. I like this. It describes our generation with technology perfectly.
    But I have to agree with @Jackson, it seems a bit too cliché.

    The girl continued to talk with the 9-11 attendant.
    “They keep on knocking! He or whatever it was..I think it did something to my friend Natalie…”
    “Ma’am, I think you’re mistaken for some joking kids. If it continues, you can file a complaint-”
    “I don’t want to file a fucking complaint! He’ll kill me!” The girl sobbed.
    “Ma’am, I can assure you it’s just a prank,”
    “Then, I’ll open the door and you better listen alright? Because when I fucking scream and get killed, it’ll be your fucking fault-”
    “Ma’am, calm down.”
    The girl clasped her shaking hands over the door knob and turned it slowly.
    It appeared to be that there was an elderly woman at the door. What the fuck?
    “Um, I should let you go,”. The girl hung up and shoved her phone into her back pocket.
    “Can I help you?”
    “Oh, hello, dear. I just came to cover some shit with you.”
    The girl widened her eyes, shocked by the old woman’s uncensored choice of words.
    “Really? Three fucking a.m in the morning? The same time your precious friend Natalie died? I feel like throwing up because of your paranoia and this clichéd shit.” The elderly woman sighed nonchalantly.
    “Uh-”
    “You know, I’m not even going to kill you like the other terrible pastas I’ve slain. My name is Miss Parker.” The woman held out her wrinkled hand.
    The girl shook it lightly, gagging.
    “Oh my gosh! It’s 3:00 am! I’m going to fucking die! Holy shit! That’s you. So calm the fuck down. See this kid?”
    Miss Parker suddenly has a young boy around her arms.
    Where the fuck did she get that kid?
    “It could be just a damn kid ding dong ditching, Jesus!” Miss Parker inhaled sharply.
    “I’m sorry?” The girl furrowed her brows.
    “The reason I’m not killing you truly is that I see potential in your story. Welcome to creepypasta.” Miss Parker strained a smiled and walked away down the driveway and onto the sidewalk.
    What the hell?

  7. It wasn’t bad… I saw it coming as soon as the friend opened her door, though

    Also, it doesn’t take an hour to freak out, turn off a computer, give up looking for a phone and call 911 from the house phone. That’s maybe five minutes. The passage of time was reasonable until you skipped basically a whole hour

    I give it 6/10, it’s got potential but it needs lots of work.

    1. You didn’t seem to realize that the killer was doing the killing at 3 a.m. the girl and guy lived in different time zones. The knocking happened for the girl an HOUR before the guy. At 3 a.m. for her and then 3a.m. for his ass. Get the facts before posting all high and mighty u douche.

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