Make It Stop-Chapter 1-The knock

   These type of stories always start the same. The happy young couple in love are house hunting. Young professionals looking for a dream home to make it their own,settle down and have some kids along the way. We were those people and if I have learned anything from the horror films,I  should have know it will never be that easy. The horror’s we witnessed in that house,the pain,the dark. Maybe Henry would have been alive as well.Actually,I know he would have been. It’s the house,all of it.

   It started it autumn. The house hunting. We were so loved up,so happy. It was all going our way,nothing could stop us. We started to look for a new place, a nest to settle down and make out own and then eventually we found this place. It was a period piece,that’s what was mentioned at least a dozen times as we were thinking whether we should get it or not. A lush period peace,grand house we can put our own twist on and yet keep it rooted to the past. It needed plenty of work and redecorating,it would need a lot of financing but the house was cheap in the first place so we went for it. Big place in the nice neighbourhood for cheap,yes please!Little did we know we will barely get out of it,and one of us will be dead. So after a little talk it was a clear choice,we went for it and a week later we moved in.

    We had a lot of stuff coming from the city,lots of papers,small stuff mainly but after another week all was in place and we focused on really embracing a new life in our new home. We started to plan redecorating as well but we decided to take it slow. Henry wanted to take it real slow and just continue with daily life as well as embrace house for what it is but at the end of the day,we both knew it needed work so the sooner we start the sooner we done and I pushed for it. I had to push for it. We called in some workers and they should have been over in a week. Funny how everything was taking a week,as it was a sign for a week of hell to come. This house had plans for us from the start,the minute we walked through that door,or whatever is in that house.

  

Day 1

It started with a knock. I was in the kitchen,making breakfast. I heard a knock. It was faint but you could still hear it. It sound like a quick simple knock on the wood. I assumed someone is at the door and thought I would just check to be sure. It was a mailman,the delivery,he said. I signed for the parcel and brought it in.Back to the breakfast. Another knock. Mailman forgot another delivery?Someone else?I went to check and..nobody else. I know cliché horror,101 and all that but this is exactly like it happened,I kid you not. I thought I heard it in my head or kids messing around or whatever. Back in the kitchen,another knock. I checked on the god damn door again and nobody,nothing is there. Back into the house I go and at this point I’m convinced its either a weird day or I’m officially going insane. Then the knocking begins again,slow single knocks. The knocks are getting heavy,going slow. It’s not a knock anymore it’s full on banging. Slow single bang. I realise it’s coming from the house. Upstairs?Basement?It’s coming from the…wall..It’s coming from the wall as if someone is inside it,banging on the walls and begging to be let out. I am convinced I am going insane or it’s the pills or I’m dreaming. I call Henry at work just to tell him some thing weird is going on. He answered,Thank God! I explained all that has happened and just as I finished and wanted to let him listen,it stopped. Just like that,it stopped. The inane,relentless,slow,monotone bangs,these heavy knocks,they just stopped. Like nothing happened. I told Henry they stopped just as I wanted to let him listen and he just brushed it off as my anxiety and stress from moving. Sure,I was fine all this time and now it comes over. Whatever. We talk later,I thought. That was so weird,I thought to myself but oh,the knocking was just the beginning of the hell this house was planning to put us through. An oh,hell it was. The never ending nightmare I will remember for the rest of my life. It’s ironic,Henry not believing me from the beginning is what cost him his life. This was just day 1. The beginning of the end. Day two was much,much worse.