Knock Knock

Hello, my name is Alex, and I am 12 years old. My life hasn't been going so well lately. In my house, there have been a lot of mishaps recently. Something strange is happening in my room. Mostly, it revolved around a book, which I obtained from a Stanger. Allow me to tell you about myself and a cursed book. Everything is messed up here because of something you'll never believe happened...... Something truly heinous......something phantom-like. So, everything started the night of July 15th. It had been a rainy night. A cat meowed somewhere in the darkness. Seriously, it had been a terrifying night. My family and I were seated at the table, eating our dinner. I made a great sign and said, "The sushi is absolutely delicious!"

My sister exclaimed, "Really, your decision of creating Chinese food is a total bombshell." "Enough with the accolades; eat your food quickly." Dad exclaimed, "It's already ten!" Dad can't stand receiving compliments from others. He is a fierce competitor. He has the ability to devote his entire life to becoming the best. Everything seemed to be going swimmingly until the bell sounded... Mom wondered out, "Who could it be?" I dashed to the front door. I pushed open the door. A tall man dressed entirely in red stood there. "Howdy, Uncle!" "How may I assist you?" I inquired, my face shocked. "Nothing," the man responded, "just take the parcel." "Thank you," I murmured as I accepted the package. I observed the smile on his face as I was closing the door.

A wide grin.....a menacing grin... I hurriedly slammed the door shut after witnessing such a cruel smile. I didn't like his objectives for some reason. I dashed to the dining table after closing the door. "Where did it come from?" Dad inquired. I looked at the courier's label. The odd thing was that it didn't have an address on it. "Weird," I remarked. "This courier doesn't have an address on it," I yelled. "How is that even possible?" my sister exclaimed. She snatched the box from my grip. "There's a stupid book in this box," my sister explained. “Sara, There is no such thing as a stupid book. "Give that to me," Mom said. KNOCK OF THE UNKNOWN is that horror book.

"It appears to be quite interesting," Mom commented. Mom's book was taken from her grip by me. Seriously, I'm a huge fan of horror fiction. My favorite series is Goosebumps. I often wonder how writers are able to create such a fantastic story. In all seriousness, I attempted to write horror novels. However, it was a colossal failure. So, let's come back to the main point. I dashed to my room after taking the book. I took out the book and began reading. I was reading the book when I came to a section where something strange was written. DO NOT BELIEVE THIS STORY TO BE FAKE. THE OWNER OF THIS BOOK WILL DIE.

HE MUST CONFRONT THE EVIL. THERE WILL BE A KNOCK ON THE DOOR AT 1:15 A.M. THERE WILL BE NO ONE AT THE DOOR IF YOU ANSWER IT. BUT DON'T ASSUME IT'S A JOKE. AN ENTITY, ON THE OTHER HAND, HAS ENTERED THIS HOUSE. SHE WILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU MEET HER REQUIREMENTS. SHE ONLY WISHES For ONE THING THAT IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO HER. THAT'S BLOOD FROM YOU. SHE REQUIRES NEW BLOOD. I was so terrified after reading these lines that I threw the book away. I knew these were simply a few phrases meant to scare the readers, yet they seemed so real. After you finished reading these lines, I didn't want to read anymore, so I went to bed.

I couldn't sleep since the awful lines were running through my mind. It made me feel nauseous. I finally fell asleep after 20 minutes. However, around 1:30 a.m., the doorbell rang. I became aware of my surroundings. "I believe others did not pay attention," I reasoned. I dashed to the main entrance. But the fact that it is 1:30 a.m. forced me to come to a halt. Who could it be at this hour of the night? The person on the other side of the door is not a good person. Should I open the door? I was debating. I had a lot of questions in my head. Who is it that is banging on the door? What brings him here? What is it looking for?

Finally, I made the decision to open the door. I am thirteen years old, mature, and capable of dealing with challenges. I dashed over to the door and yanked it open. However, no one was present. I remembered the BOOK as I was thinking about the person who was at the door. THE BOOK. THE LINES. THEY WERE COMPLETELY TRUE.