"Knocking At The Door" Creepypasta

this story comes from my grandmother who is told it by her father Neal Franklin who used to be a nun nuku County deputy in April of 1925 the knocking began people especially those nearest to and in the deep forests of the county began to hear someone knocking at the doors and odd hours of the night some of those people reported our activities but nothing was or could be done about it telephones weren't common this far out and the people reporting the knocking lived in forest cabins and the like far out of normal patrols for the deputies then people started disappearing my grandmother was never sure who vanished first but the first one Neal told her about was Ronald Flynn a local hunter and trapper a local butcher got ahold of the sheriff when Flynn didn't show up for his weekly supplies from the butcher Neal and his partner was sent down to talk with the butcher the next morning the butcher was pretty anxious about the whole thing from what I've been told Flynn didn't keep much in the way of supplies at his cabin didn't want bears or something so he would be nearly out of everything but meat he'd hunted by now the butcher wanted them to check out the cabin to make sure he wasn't hurt or something they agreed but had the butcher accompanied them and show them the way to the cabin the hike took over an hour from the closest road narrow deer trail's early paths they could take the forest was a bit empty but otherwise fairly normal with birds calling and insects buzzing about when they found the cabin at first nothing seemed out of place the cabin was rough cut logs maybe 10 feet to the side with a single window and two doors one in front the other in the back the front door was shut tight as the tree approached it and wouldn't budge when they tried to open it apparently locked the window was shuttered for a storm but the back door was wide open the cabins interior was mostly undisturbed only a plate of moldy food at the table and a pushed back chair breaking the cleanliness of the small room it looked like he had just walked off in the middle of dinner counting the cans of food left they were able to figure out he had been gone three days or so and then they realized something his boots and coat was set next to the front door and the butcher said he only had one of each the whole situation had an eerie feel to it but they had been watched the whole time they searched the cabin Neil and the others decided to leave the cabin and get back down to town as quickly as they could the reports of Lynn's disappearance took Neil and his partner the rest of the day to make as each time they reread the report it sounded crazy finally they made bullet points of the facts and called it quits Flynn was the first but by no means the last vanished woodsman over the next few weeks Neil and the other deputies dealt with reports of a dozen other people in the area always with the same scene like they had simply gotten up and wandered into the forest without any outdoors clothes the sheriff plotted whether people vanished from on a map of the county and tried to figure out where they could have gone no one liked what was in the center of the circle the points made Hoover's mill after the last logging camp and mill closed in 1923 the county was left with a dozen empty sites and nothing to do with them vagrants tramps and bombs would often use the camp bunk houses as flop houses even after the railroad stopped running regularly through the region one of the deputies duties was to patrol the crumbling camps and chase off any squatters and the premises however it was one place but they really didn't like to go to Hoover's mill Hoover's was the first mail to close being the deepest into the woods and the hardest to reach by truck a winding dirt track narrow enough to scrape the paint on an automobile was the only access to the mill the mill itself was in a clearing by one of the myriad small creeks in the region to power that source and to transport the logs from upriver to it according to my grandmother the place just had an off feeling about it like someone was watching you from the forests edge thankfully for the deputies even the most desperate people thought twice about trying to stay in Hoover's mill with nothing else left to go on the sheriff got a group of Deputies and some townsfolk to check out the old mill they decided to go in the morning so they had as much light as possible no one wanted to be anywhere near the mill when dusk came every man came armed with whatever weapons he owned that morning and the group slowly walked down the overgrown path to Hoover's mill my grandmother who always emphasized that unlike the walk to Flynn's cabin the forest around Hoover's mill was silent as the tomb no birds chirping and nothing moving among the trees two men turned back before getting to the mill citing nerves every man who stayed was on edge the whole way down the path they'd gone swinging wildly at noises only they heard when they finally reached the dilapidated mill the exterior wasn't wrong at all just a handful of buildings falling apart along the clearings edge an appealing facade of the main mill the men split up to check the outbuildings but no one found anything but rusted tools and rotting bunks that only left the mill itself by now the men were feeling a little better having found nothing disturbing in the outbuildings so they walked to the front entrance of the milk with at least some confidence that immediately changed when they found the chain binding the door shut had been cut from the lack of rust recently the mills interior was wrong somehow that's what Neel told my grandmother and that's what she told me he described it as counting how many pennies you have and each time ending up with a different number without adding any or taking any away beams of light streamed in through gaps in the board's of the walls giving the men a dim gloom to see rusted equipment was strewn about the floor making the men carefully step over and around them as they went deeper inside if the forest is quiet the mill seemed to absorb sound making the men's voices small and tiny even to their own ears they were so perturbed by the place but Neil nearly tripped over the first body Neil had nearly tripped over a leg sitting against one of them massive saws was the remains of someone though no matter how close Neil looked at it he couldn't figure out who they were not because they were rotting or because the body was damaged he couldn't even say if the person wasn't one of the missing people as the other men gathered around the body after Neil called out to them they all agreed they couldn't identify the body but none could figure out why they could describe the face well enough white man is 30s brown beard and balding but the face run no bells to any of them even the men who knew some of the missing people couldn't say if it was one of them or not they found out and soon found more bodies some were men some more women and the bodies ran the gambit in race and age but no one could tell who was who worse none could determine how they had died even the young doctor from New York Emerson it was like they had simply sat down and never gotten back up the men determined they were the only things living in the building and quickly left the discomforting interior of the mill outside they began to argue what to do within identifiable bodies some among them the doctor wanted to haul them back to town to see if anyone could figure out their identities while others wanted to simply burn the whole mill to the ground and in this nightmare place once and for all the sheriff and almost all his deputies stood with this group and finally the others relented to what was quickly becoming inevitable the men gathered dry wood and tinder from around the clearing until they had a sizeable pile in front of the mill they created some rough torches and threw them into the mill before lighting the main pile again not a word was said in eulogy of the corpses found inside since if they weren't sure if they even knew the people what could they say the fire raged through the mill for hours but never spread to the surrounding trees never seemed to smoke this by the paints and chemicals that must have been inside finally the fire began to wane as the afternoon Sun was getting low and the men hurried away from this twisted place hoping to never see it again [Music] most of the men who had been there moved away from the new County after that but Neal stayed with a few of the others including the doctor from New York Emerson he told my grandmother this story when she was young to keep her out of the forest but my grandmother had a continuation to the story Neal passed away in 1952 but she didn't forget the tale even after he was gone so in 1958 when people started reporting odd knockings at all times of the day to the sheriff she started warning people about what had happened in April 1925 though few believed her when the first people disappeared people began to remember my grandmother's warning and some started to panic they started calling and all hours of the day to her home and demanding answers she didn't have the town meeting was called at Hight's parish for my grandmother and anyone else from that first occurrence of knocking could try to explain what was going on it was my grandmother and Emerson now the county's eldest doctor to explain as best as they could she told everyone assembled the story her father had terrified her with as a child an emerson filled in some blanks as was needed after they spoke and couldn't answer where the knocking came from the sheriff gathered a dozen men including my grandfather to check out the clearing where Hoover's mill once was in the morning my grandmother never really found out what the men found in the clearing just that there were bodies in the footprints of Hoover's mill all that was left of the place was it's cracked in eroded foundations but every body laid neatly within those bounds again no one could identify the corpses despite being able to describe them this time however the men brought the bodies back in the bed of their trucks to see if anyone could identify them my grandfather hoped that the problem was the clearing not the bodies themselves this was not to be every person who looked at the corpses was able to describe them but even those closest to the missing couldn't positively identify them the bodies were buried in a long row of graves with a single headstone listing the people who had gone missing sat in the middle an odd tradition began after the knocking of 1958 every house no matter how small or rundown had either a doorbell installed or a bell next to the door no one knocked anymore under any circumstances people new to the area were given a story of a killer who knocked law people out of their homes to explain the odd custom so when in 1983 the knocking started again no one vanished into the forest instead the sheriff was called and he gathered his deputies and Julie went down the evermore overgrown path to Hoover's mill they found people they guessed were transients since no people had been reported missing locally these people were gathered up and buried makes the the other unknown people the knocking and the mill had taken I told you this story to tell you another more pressing one I'm house-sitting for my parents while they're out of state and someone's been knocking at my door for the last hour

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Length: 16min 21sec (981 seconds)

Published: Sun Apr 28 2019