Somebody's Knocking On The Door

As you walk up a small hill there's a house which is numbered 17, a brown door with an old knocker bigger than most men's fists. It seemed too big to fit proportionally with the other houses on the street but many thought this was what gave the house such allure. Every morning you pass and see one wet torn newspaper and two knocked over milk bottles. "Summer seems to avoid this house and winter seems to love it, summer seems to avoid this house and winter seems to love it, summer seems to avoid this house and winter seems to love it", this was what the kids who grew up here used to sing about this house as if it was some kind of cheerful nursery rhyme, always in rounds of three which gave a certain eerie ring to it.

A man lived here, an average sized man with long straight greasy dark hair who wore always this brown coat. He was only ever seen to leave once a week on a Sunday to visit the local supermarket and then return home. A slow paced walk as if he didn't want to reach his destination was his walk of choice, he never cared much for the greetings of passers by and didn't have any friends except a few crows that used to peck at holes on the shoulder of his jacket, but he always stopped when he heard the kids sing that song and didn't leave until he heard it 3 times.

Around March every year there was a pattern emerging, someone would go missing. The man was always the first one whom people wanted answers from but he never answered his door, people would do everything they could to get answers but to no avail, plus there was no hard evidence that it was him who took these people, only the frightening mystique that he would give off. As the years went by people still went missing and no one knew where they went or how they were taken, this mystery in fact still remains the case to this day.

Over the years it is said that if you knocked on the man's door three times on the 17/3 then this is how you would get him to answer but if he answered you will never be seen again. What exactly happened to you is unknown but since the man has passed away people have stopped disappearing, inside the house there's no evidence of any bodies just a musky smell that choked you as soon as you enter. In the garden all that was there was a few dead plants and a long stretch of grass, but there was a strange fascination that crows had with the garden ; sort of an over protective reaction....................