The Knock At The Door II
What is it
Joe had been living in his new home for about a week now. An adorable simple place. They told him when he bought it to be careful. They told him things happened there. He felt drawn to the place. He didn’t know why but he had to have it.
It was a long commute to work. Kind of tiring. He felt a little drained. He just wanted to rest and relax before bed.
After dinner, he came back into the kitchen. There it was again. A headless doll, broken, and half-dressed. Where did it come from? Why did it have blood on its half-dressed body? Too many questions. He might never know why but he was going to try to find out.
He went into the bedroom to get a camera so he could document what he saw. When he came back it was gone.
About a week later he came home and there it was again. In the same place. He just looked at it. He sat at the table for a while. Then came the knock at the door!
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