Story by Glen
Mal checked outside the door once again.
Nothing. The grass and brush were dead and the trees, if not dead, were dying. The bird carcass was still there, untouched.
He shut the door and relocked it, setting the chain, too.
It seemed like only minutes after he sat down in the comfy chair that it happened again.
The knob rattled and tried to turn.
Mal did not stir. Instead, he muttered, “I thought that there was nothing left alive out there . . .”
The rattling stopped. An equally soft voice replied, “If it helps any, you are right.”
The author of Knock is a long-term Fears’erer, Glen of Ask-De-Writer over on Tumblr. Cheers for the spookems man!
It’s three weeks late posting because I’m an idiot. I scheduled it for the wrong month and didn’t notice until Glen prompted me. Doh. Sorry, man.
Cheers to Kathy & Warren for the continued $10 Patronage. You can find me on Ko Fi, Patreon, Etsy, Amazon, Skillshare and Threadless.
Little Fears 
Smile. Dig it much. Glad ya make and share.
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Thanks, Casey. I appreciate the compliment. 🙂
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Creepy. Good job, you two!
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That’s creepy! Lol.
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Heh, thanks.
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Thanks, Tre.
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You’re welcome!
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Great build-up to an unexpected (and spooky) ending! Good job!
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It’s a spookems alright. Cheers, Marge.
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Shovers down the spine! Loved it.
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Awesome, glad you enjoyed, Viv.
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oh I have nominated you for the The Mystery Blogger Award.
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Congrats on your award and thanks, Cassa.
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I enjoy your daily dose of humour! Thank you!
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Yikes!
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Mmhmmm.
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that’s creepy! 🙂
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I hope so!
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😱
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🙂
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This can go one of two ways:
The source of the voice might be a harmful entity that wanted to inflict the same death on anybody on the inside of the house.
Or it could be someone who needed help and Mal has lost his chance to help them. A second carcass might be waiting on his doorstep.
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Poor, Mal. A rather no-win-door knock.
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In any case, he’s still alive. If the scenario is the former, let him keep on being alive. If it’s the latter, let him give a respectful burial to the individual who spoke, but did not call for help when they could have.
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Ooooo
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Dun, dun, duuun!
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Creepy Pasta! Wonderful to read. Loved it!
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Cheers, Melanie. Eclectics still going? Problems with the sister dealt with?
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[…] Knock […]
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[…] Knock […]
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[…] Knock […]
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Excellent!! Absolutely brilliant!!!
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Cheers, Carriage.
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Lovely. Well done you two. Better late than whatever!!
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Thanks, Peter. I sure as heck dropped the ball on this one. Doh.
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Wheeee ooooo.
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😛 😛
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Brilliant. The drawing style reminds of a book by Astrid Lindgren I had as a kid in Moscow. Still have it actually. It was a book called ‘Karlsson Who Lives on The Roof.” About a wee man with a propeller on his ass. Was read to my father by the grandmother who also raised me. Fond memories those.
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Awesome,haha. I was thinking of the old-style animations of WHen the Wind Blows when I doodled this fella.
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Ug. The like star was giving me grief. But I think I got it. I just searched for ‘When the Wind Blows’ and it is sort of similar. I guess all that was sixties-ish drawing? In any case I like it. Thanks.
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No worries on the like star. It never works properly here, heh.
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😱😱😱… got creeps😨…. Brillient🤗🤗
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Thanks, D.
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Pleasure😊
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Love it. One of the few instances where you want to be wrong 🙂
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Yeah, heh.
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