Some Kind of Heron

Who could be knocking at this hour? I thought to myself. Only hoodlums and no-good-niks, as my mother used to say. I chuckled at the yiddishism that so readily popped into my head.  At the same time, it wasn’t unreasonably late - maybe an Amazon driver at the end of their shift. They’d been known …

Wittavega

by Zev Gold “Who could be knocking at this hour?” Styffa thought. In his old age, Styffa tended to wake suddenly at almost any noise. Just last week, a doe walking by his bedroom window stepped on a twig, waking him with a start. That kind of occurrence was commonplace these days. The old man …

Who Could Be Knocking at This Hour?

by Chynna Thompson “Who could be knocking at this hour?” I thought as a tiny rap on the screen door rattled my tiny efficiency east of the city. “I’ve been in Nashville all of three weeks, I don’t know a soul here…so who the hell is at my door right now?” Another thought. My heart …

Knock, Knock

by Austin Sanniota Edwards “Who could be knocking at this hour?”  It had been a dainty little knock, just noticeable enough from the bedroom. I had no interest in entertaining any guest so late at night, especially the uninvited. It couldn’t be someone we knew; people just don’t show up spontaneously anymore.  “Well, are you …

The Knock

by Ryan Kmetz Who could be knocking at this hour? I asked myself as the sound of the knock rattled my overpriced studio apartment. The sound was unlike anything I’ve ever heard, so loud and unwelcoming. So much so that, when I heard the overpowering sound again, I knew I had to take action. Grabbing …

Workshopping

by Ariella Kleinman “Who could be knocking at this hour?” “Ew, no.” He said with a face. “What?” She asked, curtly.  “You can’t start a story like that.” “Why not?” “I don’t know, it just sounds so cliche. Very ‘dun dun dunnn!’” “It’s setting the scene.” “Ok, whatever, keep going.” “Who could be knocking at …

Evening Plans

by K.G. Rose “Who could be knocking at this hour?” I mutter to myself, stripping off my nitrile gloves as I head to the front of the house. I check the peephole first, but I don’t see anyone. Slowly open the door, peeking out – left, then right. No one's there. I look down, where …

The Box

by Jean Henegan “Who could be knocking at this hour,” Sara said, looking over her shoulder at Captain Fuzzypaws, who merely looked at her in abject disinterest before going back to grooming his right leg. Wishing she had installed that video doorbell over the weekend like she had planned, Sara went to open her front …

An Overnight Delivery

by Jeff Fleischer “Who could be knocking at this hour?”When she shot awake, Diane thought it might not have been real, maybe something she heard in her dream. She tried to ignore it and fall back asleep, but the knocking at her front door continued. She picked up her phone from the nightstand to confirm …

A Particular Type of Spirit

by Jo I don’t typically believe in spirits, but I do believe in one. It lived in a townhouse in the quiet town of Evanston, Illinois, and it was very particular. It wouldn’t move things around or make scary ooh-type of noises (as far as I know) but it would inform you, in one way …