Knock, Knock...Who's Dead?

By T.K. Wrathbone

***to be read second after I Spy With My Little Eye, and before It Creeped at Midnight*

Knock, Knock...Who’s Dead...?

After a menacing warning, Blake Williamson has been told he will get his dead mother back within the week, that she will knock three times and then three more. It also means his wicked witch of a stepmother, Melissa, will have to die in her place.

Not that he cares. He hates his stepmother and wants her gone. His mother is the only woman he wants in his and his father’s life.

But nagging doubts about his mother’s accident and death are leaving him cold. Melissa had told him something just before she fell down the stairs that prompted Blake’s suspicions to rise up, and now he has a driving need to look into Melissa and her past. And he finds it all right, a past she wants buried and hidden forever...especially after what she did to get what she wanted...

A past that finally catches up to her when she answers the door...

• Language: English
• Publisher: T.K. Wrathbone
• Release date: Nov 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781925683592

T.K. Wrathbone

Welcome to the spine-tingling world of T.K. Wrathbone!T.K. Wrathbone is a children's TV show veteran who loves watching disaster and creature/zombie movies and TV shows, but not at night.T.K. started writing many a year ago back in primary school, but only started her author career in 2015 with the release of her first three stories and anthology. She will write and release stories until there are twelve Bones books and a special edition numbered 13...For more information visit – www.tkwrathbone.com

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KNOCK, KNOCK…WHO’S DEAD?

T.K. Wrathbone

CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

About the Author

Other Titles

Copyright

Chapter 1

"What do you mean, what have I done? Blake’s head whipped around to face Jarrod. I want my mother back. I want Melissa gone. Do you think I magically took myself through the wall? He pointed to it. Do you think I conjured that green glow and spiked myself with its tentacles, then opened the hole in the wall and took myself through it? I had no control over that, he spat. All I want is for my mum to be alive. Breathing hard, he deflated. I just want my mum."

We know you do. Callum felt sorry for his friend. "But she’s been gone for three years. People die, Blake. We all will one day. Your dad will, our parents will. It’s just life even though it sucks."

Blake sobbed through his words. I know. I just want her back so bad.

And maybe if your dad hadn’t married Melissa so quick, you’d be doing a lot better and dealing with it, Jason added. "But bringing her back won’t make it better, and that’s even if those whack jobs next door manage to do that, because she won’t be the same. Even they told you that. He slid over to his friend and put an arm around his shoulders. Dude, we are so sorry you lost your mum after your birthday three years ago. We know what you went through, we saw it, we were there trying to help you through. But if it’s still killing you, maybe it’s time to talk to a professional. Try and talk it out, work through it. It might make you feel better. Might help you and Melissa sort your problems out."

I don’t want to sort out my problems with Melissa. I want her gone. Blake looked at his friend through watery eyes. "She’s done nothing but ruin what we had. What we were going through. We didn’t even have a chance to deal with Mum being gone before she came along and hooked her claws into Dad. And she never wanted me. Never wanted me around, never paid me any attention unless Dad was around. And even then it was all fake. As fake as she is. It’s pathetic. The way she dug her claws into Dad so soon after losing his wife. She didn’t even give him time to grieve. And then he didn’t give me time to grieve before marrying her. She just messed everything up and I hate her for it. And if her dying means I can get my mother back, then so be it." He got to his feet, ran out of the attic and down to his room, slamming the door behind him. Throwing himself face first down on the bed, he wept for three years’ worth of pain and heartache, despair and heartbreak. He would never get over losing his mother. Not in a million years.

So…what do we do now? Adam asked sombrely as the boys got to their feet. Do we tell Mr Williamson about all of this?

What? About those crazy kooks next door? Jarrod returned. "What would we say? That a big green glowing thing stuck its tentacles through Blake, opened up the wall in the attic, and carried him through? Yeah, he’d believe that. Or the one about us breaking in next door to get Blake back? Or how the old kook next door opened the wall again and flung us all back through? Which story do you want to tell him, and which one do you think he’ll believe? Jarrod looked from Callum to Jason to Adam. Huh? What will he believe?"

Adam shrugged in defeat. I dunno. But we need to tell him something. Blake’s really going off his rocker, and now those kooks, as you called them, have him believing they’ll bring his mother back. Whack jobs galore next door.

Maybe we could call the cops and tell them what happened? That they’re making magic potions in their attic, Jason suggested.

Yeah. Jarrod rolled his eyes. Coz that’ll be better for them to believe us.

Well…I don’t know. Jason shoved his hands in his shorts pockets. At least it’s an idea. What’s yours?

Jarred sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I dunno either. Maybe we should just tell Mr Williamson Blake’s not doing well and should see a counsellor. He’ll probably think it’s a good idea.

I suppose, Callum said. The whole family needs it.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The sound on the front door startled them.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

The boys raced out the door to peer over the bannister and saw Blake bolt from his room.

He looked up at them before flying down the stairs for the door.

You can’t open the door, Jarrod yelled. Remember what they said. The person who opens the door will die. The boys raced down the stairs.

Blake had come to a screeching halt in the entrance foyer, excited, but