Three knocks. Just three. Every night on your door. You don’t know what it wants. but it never leaves, and it never stops.it comes back every night, knocking on your door or your window. It never knocks more than three times. Sometimes it’s banging or tapping, but whatever it is, it wants in. You’ve seen it once, maybe even twice but whatever it is it’s not human. It mimics the voice of your family and friends, trying to entice you to open the door. You don’t know why it doesn’t just break in. It has an axe. Always an axe. Always holding it. It used to just appear every blood moon, but ever since you acknowledged it, it comes every night