horror/terror history
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- Tok. Every day, children would come to my house and knock on my door. Tok, Tok. Then they would run and laugh when they saw my arm.
- And like all the days, I was going to open the door. Tok, Tok, Tok. I thought it was the mailman or someone else.
- But today I got tired of it, very tired, tired and tired. Tok, Tok, Tok. I opened the door and yelled at them. Tok. I grabbed one of the kids and dragged him into my house, my house. I knew the others would follow to save him.
- I took them to my cellar and then I locked them up. They were screaming and knocking at the door. Tok, Tok, Tok and Tok. Over and over, Tok, Tok, Tok. All the time.
- I could still hear them complaining. I was tired. Tok, Tok, all night long Tok. I didn’t close my eyes at night. Tok, Tok. I had to punish them like any other adult. I thought about it all night. And—
- PLEASE ! Tok, Tok ! let us out! we’re sorry !
- Okay... look, we’re gonna take you somewhere quiet, sir. They won’t bother you anymore.
- —I found the right punishment. I went back to them. Tok. I gave them the correction they deserved, they stopped their noise, forever. At night, they disobey and keep knocking at the door. Tok, Tok. Their voice still resonates in my head.
- *Whispers* John, tells the doctor there is a new patient. And calls the chief, tells him that the mutilated children’s case is solved.
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