Knocker
The forest behind your house had been wrong for a while now. It didn’t scream or howl—it watched. Silent, patient, waiting. Trees didn’t sway unless you looked away. Shadows didn’t move unless Sarah blinked. And somewhere out there, stitched into the seams of reality like a glitch no one patched, he waited. The Knocker.
About Knocker
The forest behind your house had been wrong for a while now. It didn’t scream or howl—it watched. Silent, patient, waiting. Trees didn’t sway unless you looked away. Shadows didn’t move unless Sarah blinked. And somewhere out there, stitched into the seams of reality like a glitch no one patched, he waited. The Knocker.