Don't Knock Twice Page #3

And they hounded her.

Kept knocking on her door,

night after night

until in the end..

She couldn't take it any more.

She killed herself.

By the time we found the body,

the foxes had got to it.

It was a nasty business.

-Um, did you ever find out

if she took Chloe's friend,

Michael?

- There wasn't any evidence,

but..

99% of the time

when something bad does happen

to a child,

it's down to someone they know.

- You said you believed us.

- And I investigated.

Thoroughly.

Now, ahem.

When was the last time

that you saw Danny?

-We knocked on ginger's door.

She took him,

and now she's coming for me.

-Chloe..

The one thing that we can be

really certain of

is that old lady aminov

is not back from the dead.

-Chloe.

- Must be very difficult

bringing up a child on your own.

- My husband will be back

in a few days.

-Okay. Stay in touch.

-Will do.

Hey. It's just foxes.

We get them around here.

What are you looking at?

-You need to see this.

Baba yaga,

it's eastern European, I think

but it means different things,

evil hag, dark mother.

She's the most

ancient kind of demon.

She opens a doorway between

hell and the world of men

so that she can devour

the innocent.

Like my friend, Michael.

The demon's powers are limited

so she needs the help

from a human slave

or... or a cursed soul to help

do her bidding here on earth.

And you can tell

who the human slave is

because the demon marks them.

Look.

I bet Mary had that mark.

When you knock, the first

knock raises the demon

the second

summons the human slave

and the only way that

the human slave can be free

of the demon

is if they kill themselves

or if they trick someone else

into replacing them

by forcing them to do

something truly, truly evil.

-Enough.

- I thought

you wanted to help me.

- I do, sweetie,

but this is insane.

What is it?

-Doesn't matter.

-Yes, it does. Come here.

Come here.

Okay.

Um..

We are gonna work

with some Clay.

Here.

Warm it up in your hands.

We're just gonna put it around.

Like this.

Doesn't have to be pretty.

Cover the whole thing.

Fingers too.

See? Fun.

- Do you remember when you

and your friends had that party

and you painted all those crazy

animals on my wall?

-Um..

Yeah, yeah, I do.

You must have been, like five?

Maybe?

- There was that turtle

above my bed

the big green one

looking down on me

I loved that thing.

-That's right.

- That horrible bear

you painted behind the door.

It used to scare me so much.

- I... I don't remember

doing that.

- Probably 'cause you were high.

You were though, weren't you?

-I was, I was sick.

I hate that word, but, uh,

but it's the truth.

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