It was Halloween night, and the moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the quiet neighborhood. Inside her cozy home, Pisces curled up on her sofa, a bowl of popcorn on her lap and a horror movie playing on the TV. She loved a good scare, especially on Halloween.
As the movie reached its climax, the tension in the room grew palpable. Just as the killer in the film was about to reveal himself, a soft knock echoed from the front door. Pisces jumped, spilling popcorn everywhere.
“Who could that be?” she muttered to herself, pausing the movie and getting up to investigate.
Approaching the door cautiously, Pisces peered through the peephole but saw nothing. She hesitated for a moment, her hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening it. To her surprise, there was no one there. Just an empty hallway bathed in the dim light from the streetlamp.
Shaking her head, Pisces closed the door and returned to the living room. “Probably just some kids playing pranks,” she said aloud, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling that had settled over her.
She resumed the movie, but just as she was starting to relax again, another knock came, louder this time. Pisces’ heart pounded in her chest as she rose from the sofa.
“This isn’t funny anymore!” she called out, her voice tinged with irritation and fear.
Once more, she opened the door, expecting to find some mischievous kids running away. But the hallway was empty, the silence broken only by the distant laughter of trick-or-treaters.
Pisces felt a chill run down her spine. Slamming the door shut, she locked it and hurried back to the safety of her living room. She picked up her phone and dialed her friend Leo.
“Hey, Leo. Listen, something weird is happening. Someone keeps knocking at my door, but there’s no one there!”
Leo laughed on the other end of the line. “Sounds like you’ve got a ghostly visitor for Halloween! Maybe it’s just trying to watch the movie with you.”
“Not funny, Leo,” Pisces replied, her voice trembling. “I’m really scared.”
Leo’s laughter faded, replaced by concern. “Okay, okay, calm down. I’ll come over and keep you company. Just hang tight.”
Grateful for her friend’s support, Pisces returned to her movie, trying to focus on the fictional horrors rather than the real-life mystery unfolding at her door. But as the minutes ticked by, the knocks continued, each one more insistent than the last.
When Leo finally arrived, Pisces practically leaped into her arms, relief flooding her as she let her friend inside.
“You weren’t kidding about being scared,” Leo teased, looking around the house.
“I told you something weird was happening,” Pisces replied, her eyes wide. “The knocking won’t stop.”
Leo listened, and sure enough, a few moments later, another knock echoed through the house. She frowned, puzzled.
“That’s strange,” she said. “I don’t see anyone outside.”
The two friends sat down on the sofa, the movie forgotten as they tried to come up with an explanation for the mysterious knocking. They joked about ghosts and goblins, trying to lighten the mood, but the unease lingered.
As the night wore on, the knocks grew louder and more frequent, filling the house with a sense of dread. Pisces and Leo huddled together, their laughter fading as the reality of the situation sank in.
“I don’t know what’s going on,” Pisces whispered, tears streaming down her face. “But I’m really scared.”
Leo hugged her friend tightly, her own fear mounting. “We need to call the police,” she said, her voice shaking.
Nodding, Pisces grabbed her phone and dialed 911. As she explained the situation to the dispatcher, the knocking continued, growing louder and more frantic.
Within minutes, the police arrived, their sirens and flashing lights cutting through the night. Pisces and Leo hovered anxiously outside the front door, their hearts pounding, staring at the officers in hope of an explanation.
The officers looked skeptical as they inspected the area outside the apartment. “Are you sure you heard knocking?” one of them asked, scanning the surroundings for any signs of intrusion or mischief.
Pisces nodded frantically. “Yes, multiple times! It was loud and clear.”
After a thorough search, the officers returned with a puzzled expression. They found nothing. No one around the house, no sign of any suspicious activity, nothing to explain the relentless knocking. The mysterious knocker had vanished without a trace and the officers couldn’t offer any explanation for what had happened.
“We didn’t find anyone,” the officers admitted. “But we’ll keep an eye on the area and patrol more frequently tonight.”
Pisces and Leo thanked the officers, feeling a mix of relief and lingering unease. With the police’s assurance, they locked the door once more, hoping the mysterious knocking would finally cease.
As the police left, Pisces and Leo were left shaken but grateful to be unharmed. They locked the door behind them, vowing never to open it again that night.
The rest of the evening passed in tense silence, the two friends too scared to speak. When dawn finally broke, Pisces’ home was filled with the soft light of morning, but the events of the night lingered, casting a shadow over their Halloween.
Years later, Pisces and Leo still talk about that terrifying night, the mystery of the knocking door remaining unsolved. Was it a prank gone wrong, a ghostly visitor, or something far more sinister? They may never know, but one thing is certain: Halloween will never be the same for them again.